February 28, 2012A Poem by Molly CaraYou said, “I think they’ve got us wrong,” We were out on the hill and we agreed that One of these days they’ll divide up the sky Like land to own what they can’t touch. And I think maybe he wants to touch what he Can’t own. I cross the street and my pursuer pursues Till I scurry down the rocky hill; he gives up and Goes back the way he came. ... Living the Bohemian lifestyle, I am at the bookshop Curled up right in front of the Professional Computing section, And I swear that there’s an old and scholarly man in the corner Constructing the Third Great Temple with children’s blocks. You said “I think they’ve got us wrong,” but see, they haven't Got us at all. © 2012 Molly Cara |
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