07-12-2014, 08:14 AM
The Race
His bus lets him off late;
it is deep twilight.
The plants from the neighbors yard
hang over the walkway to his house.
He can see their little mouths
opening and closing,
waiting for a taste of him.
He tightens up his backpack
and runs towards his house.
The next thing he knows
he is standing on the front porch.
His mother opens the door
and asks him why he was breathing so hard.
He shows her his watch and says,
just trying to beat my best time,
just trying to beat my best time.
He checks his clothes upstairs
in his room and finds no bites.
He shakes his hand at the plants below
from his bedroom window
and says “I beat you, ha, I beat you.
Until the plants turn to look at him in the window.
He edges away, and slowly gets dress for supper,
although he is not very hunger
with his heart still in his throat.
–Erthona
©2014
His bus lets him off late;
it is deep twilight.
The plants from the neighbors yard
hang over the walkway to his house.
He can see their little mouths
opening and closing,
waiting for a taste of him.
He tightens up his backpack
and runs towards his house.
The next thing he knows
he is standing on the front porch.
His mother opens the door
and asks him why he was breathing so hard.
He shows her his watch and says,
just trying to beat my best time,
just trying to beat my best time.
He checks his clothes upstairs
in his room and finds no bites.
He shakes his hand at the plants below
from his bedroom window
and says “I beat you, ha, I beat you.
Until the plants turn to look at him in the window.
He edges away, and slowly gets dress for supper,
although he is not very hunger
with his heart still in his throat.
–Erthona
©2014
How long after picking up the brush, the first masterpiece?
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.