if i could write each poem
as a precious drop
warm sparkling clear
i surely would
instead, with my back to the rock
surrounded, i reload ready to run
like Butch and Sundance
into freeze frame
as the great theme grows under
the credits roll on the screen
lights come on, people go home
with proud steps and good memories
when you’re in the game
you take the pieces you have
and create with them
the best you can
as a precious drop
warm sparkling clear
i surely would
instead, with my back to the rock
surrounded, i reload ready to run
like Butch and Sundance
into freeze frame
as the great theme grows under
the credits roll on the screen
lights come on, people go home
with proud steps and good memories
when you’re in the game
you take the pieces you have
and create with them
the best you can
1 comment:
I'm glad you put your poems out in the world. Enough of your poems are precious drops, warm, sparkling and clear; and your poems are always genuine. Every day, I look forward to a new poem from you. I never know what to expect. I especially like your first stanza in this one, and the line: "lights come on, people go home, with proud steps and good memories."
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