Treasure Island

Shalom Freedman

(Troy New York)

The Poems Became Metaphors


The poems became metaphors-
They took off like meteors,
They turned into shimmering white almond tree beauty-
They danced-
They went home
They became sick and died-
They did everything a human being and a non- human being could try to do -
They were nothing and they were everything-
They turned the sky white and blue on its darkest day
And made the nights green-
Oh they were something else the poems when they became metaphors-
And still now,
They are rising up and going deep into a different universe,
No one not even the most quiet eyes can ever fully dream-

Submitted: Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, March 20, 2012

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