we are our own final runA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertowe are our own final run the
wind is taking a rough course like an abandoned
bobsled out of control, banging against trees
which in turn sliver houses with their
metal and Olympic size storm
of triumph but the losers weep through belongings
ravaged a few pictures saved, medals around the necks
of the survivors there used to be a
podium to stand on but that was unearthed
like tumbleweed and now we all stand by
the cactus riveted to an old out of
focus tv set watching the replay of our lives. erin-cilberto 2/24/18 © 2018 jacob erin-cilbertoReviews
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8 Reviews Added on February 26, 2018 Last Updated on February 26, 2018 Authorjacob erin-cilbertoCarbondale, ILAboutOriginally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..Writing
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