THE ROSE
Someone said "feelings"
and I began to think.
Rose colored slabs of marble
ascending on square columns
butress a city of stone.
Someone said "feelings"
and I began to think.
Rose colored slabs of marble
ascending on square columns
butress a city of stone.
Steel girders wrap us in a cage
as silent as eternity.
On the secretary's desk
a pasture rose in water
escapes the eye.
An old lady sits on the boardwalk
in the September sun.
I know Coney Island is only in the mind
but I walk in the sand, feel the late
summer breeze on my face
and smell the ocean once again.
Posted by larrykeegan at December 14, 2003 10:31 PM