When I was a kid
I use to think the rolling hills
were hibernating monsters
ready to wake at any moment
with wicked alluvial talons
lethargically rising
shaking off granite sleep
stumbling-roaring
gaining momentum
hungrily chasing
our furiously fleeing
red minivan
Haha...I like that : )
ReplyDeleteI wanna do an illustration to go with this poem! :)
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