Wednesday, February 25, 2009

humble turtle: a poem



humble turtle
as the humble turtle peeks to the sky
he gets a peel of dead skin in his eye
as the humble turtle brushes it away
he smiles at the coincidences of this day
as the humble turtle keeps pushing on
he realizes the slow-ascending dawn
and that two hours ago he was standing by his dad
as he tossed his ashes over Mr. Toad's small lily pad.

1 comment:

  1. Interesting ! Ehmm well I think so. Not quite sure what you are saying here.
    Well anyway, Hi to you.

    Love Granny

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