Repair9 Poem by david gerardino

Repair9



A rock falls from the sky,
the earth putz out its glove,
and catches it.
THE dark clouds are pregnent with tears,
so they can fill the rivers,
and oceans.
A egg breaks wide open, and in
it, a brand new child.
REPAIR,
REPAIR, the daffodels sing,
REPAIR,
repair, the children sing,
repair,
repair, for this is our only home.

Saturday, January 14, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: oceans
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