Teen Poetry #8 |
a hot summer's day and an old cliche' |
blkrubbersoul New Member
since 2008-05-27
Posts 6 |
Is it the way we race the sprinkler, tempting it to chase us. Is it the way the ice cream man knows just when to come, right when we need him the most. Is it the way that no one seems to give a damn, our biggest priority to keep the drinks cold. Or is it the way that none of this is real. The sprinkler always wins. The ice cream man grows old. Duty chastises us for our forgetfulness. And no matter what we do, no matter how hard we try to make ourselves blind, we always see the clouds looming on the horizon. |
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eternally_singing Member
since 2007-12-18
Posts 123PA, United States |
Very good- it made think At night a candle's brighter than the sun |
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