I speak to stars
which are brighter than the sun
which feels like an apple core
discarded in the withered field
that once was knee high before
the fourth of July
and now just mocks
who I could be.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I speak to stars
which are brighter than the sun
which feels like an apple core
discarded in the withered field
that once was knee high before
the fourth of July
and now just mocks
who I could be.
Great Transitions. I love the apple core imagery.
Muchas Gracias!