Anywhere But Hollywood Poem by Ferdinando Paparella
Anywhere But Hollywood
Take me there.
Where the wind plays a heavenly hymn
with a harp strung from angel hair.
And vivid shapes shift, silhouette
against solemn streets marbled with snow.
Take me anywhere.
Anywhere. But. Hollywood.
Where people go to die.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: angel,hair,snow
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