Sunday, November 20, 2005

A Poem: WHAT HE WILL DO

WHAT HE WILL DO

When the sun comes up,
he will parade down to the park
and pretend that he owns it.
He will speak to the trees
as if they are friends
visiting from afar.
He will ask the last leaves
to fall to his open hands.
He will see the sunshine
standing around him impressively.

He will know the truth.

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