August 20, 2006

Sand-eyed boy

Scraped knee

so tough
his eyes dry up
when the pants tear through

and a red pearl forms

only sand
drifting out of his eyes.

Swirling crystals enough
to dust

his durable
stegasaurus band-aid.

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Do I detect the hand of the mysterious Shonni Vortex in this? If so, get her into an MFA program on the double!

Posted by: rodney k. at August 21, 2006 9:06 AM

actually, this is just plain old me. But since I've long aspired to write like an 8-year-old MFA candidate, I'm gonna choose to take that as a compliment :-)

For folks not on TRBpotd list, here's a genuine Shonny Vortex poem, sent around this morning:

The Rain Is Singing
by Shonny Vortex

The cars are parked,
The dew is down,
This is the time when the
rain is singing all through the
town.

-Cecil

Posted by: cecil vortex at August 21, 2006 9:21 AM

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