Giant IndianA Poem by John AntonioA giant indian came, indian came, indian came. A giant indian came, indian came, indian came. And stitched our hands, a line of one, line of one, line of one. And stitched our hands a line of one, a line of one, line of one. Now in the blue, we parachute, and jump off the edge of horizon. He fell to fast, we didn't last, and we all became pretty colors. I'm happy to blend with grains of sand and discard my socially awkward. And now and then, I'll see a friend, tumbling free in a great wind. We moved too fast in the hourglass, at least we all met at the bottom. How could I see with memory, crowding the space behind my eyes. In letting go I truly know, how to make the weight pass over.
A giant indian came, indian came, indian came. A giant indian came, indian came, indiam came. © 2014 John Antonio |
StatsAuthorJohn AntonioTiconderoga, NYAbout24 years of age from a small town, Ticonderoga, located at the Northern end of Lake George in Upstate New York. A nature loving hunter and fisherman. A musician and short story writer. An employee .. more..Writing
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