Joe Howell

Rookie (05-30-1950 / Tennessee)

Evening In Paris - Poem by Joe Howell

The sun, a glass marble shines on innocense.
I lie in short grass, looking into the future.

The moon- a shiny biscut covers the clouds.
And midnight bleeds into childhood dreams..

The watch hands turn into a foreign country.
The war passed, I standown in rags.

Looking thru the back glass of a Rambler Station Wagon.
Childhood dreams escape as the dust.
I smell Evening in Paris.

The wrinkles in skin and shirt pressed by time.
I lie in short grass, looking into the past.


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  • Rookie Mireille Laborie (10/10/2007 2:50:00 PM)

    I understand and hear you well, there, Joe. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 29, 2005

Poem Edited: Sunday, July 9, 2006


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