Stretched out below upon the burning sun
Skyward to the flirting shadows stands
Glancing particularly at no one 'round
He feels of sudden the master of his own creation
With trokes touching the emerald green grass so tall
Overgrown the single blades of shrubs after the rain of so many days..
Swiftly with his tongue he wets his partly parched lips
Thinking of yesterday brings him a great deal of pain of sudden...
Half-closed his eyes...to the inclemencys of the day...
Sometimes he feels so empty...thriving to the sameness of his jagged life
Upon him is the future weighting like one-hundred pounds also
Making it's presence known drawing another frown upon his handsome face...
What a heck! he thinks, tomorrow might be a brand-new day for him.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2004
