Thursday, June 09, 2005

It was the prettiest thing
he'd ever seen;
Redder than a fire truck,
sleek as a fighter plane.

So he took his time
finding the perfect stone;
It sat in the curl of his palm
smooth as an egg.

& took his time
as he screwed back to throw,
wanting that cardinal
for his very own.

1 Comments:

At 5:06 PM, Blogger Moi said...

The first 4 lines have the perfect rhythm/content for a country song.

 

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