Treasure Island

Nathan Pigott


Poems of Nathan Pigott

Falling

From a box
up in the stratosphere,
or down below my pier,
I slip, and start falling.

Like the steel petal of a metallic rose
hits the ground - a bomb, but a silent bomb,
Like the molten gold sea hits a shore of diamond,
Like a light bulb sun hits the horizon

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