Treasure Island

Sylvia Frances Chan

(22 November / Jakarta)

The End


The End
As I was walking down the lane, suddenly I discover
that it will soon be Brown October

Dark-Green August just left me
to be in time for Yellow September

now I am ten days from this month's end
but wait I smell...I smell... a melted blend

Suddenly I saw September-fire
in the meadows between the cows behind the wire

oh my God, shall we still have milk or the BBQ?
dear Lord, now I surrender, it's up to You!


© Sylvia Frances Chan
copyright Tue 20 Sep - 2011 -
All Rights Reserved

Submitted: Tuesday, December 13, 2011

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