Ode To An Altar Boy Poem by Loverta Holloway

Ode To An Altar Boy



Stanch, majestic style, signs of inner grace.
Hair combed, folded hands, angelic face
Poised ready for action, center stage
Higher rank than a Nobleman's page
Perfect each task, you have every eye
But lo! your sneaks you forgot to tie!
Drifters Driftwood, dry, barren
Gracing a glass table top
How lonely, midst life
Naked in a floral shop

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Loverta Holloway

Loverta Holloway

Runnemede, New Jersey, USA
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