Marble, Clay, And ? Poem by DAVID GERARDINO
Marble, Clay, And ?
YOUR imagination explodes into the night.
THE wind grabs hold, and spits it back into
your face.YOUR hands start to shake, like leaves on a
tree, is this for real, or just another bad dream.
COLD outlines, and shapes, and circles in your head,
dance on your walls, then carefully fade away like
rain.
YOUR imagination..?
Thursday, December 22, 2005
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