We walked, you and I, in that settling twilight
Arm in arm
Hand in hand
Heart to heart
Toward the piny woods where promises become real.

A small turd shape plummeted from the spires
To land at your feet.
"Ewww!" you said, jumping back,
Scanning the treetop for the malevolent critter
That would dare such an affront
Your distance straining the reach of my hand.

"Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!" you shrieked,
Looking down to see the short grass filled
With a multitude of the small turd shapes.

"Arrrrrrggghhhh!" I moaned as you dashed away
The moment breaking as did our grasped hands
My fervent ardor already turning a shade of blue.

Sally Wilson
9/7/2012 21:43:41

Now that's a change. A mystery poem. I have my own opinions about what this is about. Let's just say it is a metaphor for days, months, and years passing. Each bigger and more significant. This poem is an instant classic. Very advanced indeed.

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10/5/2013 13:00:28

Great blog post, thanks for posting this.

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