the moon's less green than yellow
it has a plan a
chinese take-out menu
the sunday funnies
of course there were trees
fish skeletons a
few numbers grew among them a 4 &
blue beds & window-box coral & your hands
this is the plan
get a stupendous green car
drive past the sleeping halos into the sky-
gray sky to the door
of the house wearing a hat wishing it were a star
keep driving to the brink of day
Jack Hayes
© 1990-2010
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"keep driving to the brink of day"
what a fluid metaphor that gives the poem its context!
Hi Irina: Thanks! Glad you liked this one.
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