Sunset AsteroidA Poem by Xena Rose
The red Japanese Maple tree on the top of the hill asks, "should I take the white or tan pill?"
I tell him neither, his leaves are much sweeter than any silly capsule could ever amend.
I swing on his branches and bask in his shade before coming to a scary realization. His leaves are just red because he's already dead and i'm the meteorite on vacation. © 2019 Xena Rose |
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Added on November 27, 2019 Last Updated on November 27, 2019 |