wishbone

Posted bybernardsbarnesPosted inPoetryTags:, , , , ,

you crunch like a wishbone left out in the sun
you whine like a tire losing air
you curse like an angry child
who has lost his ball
and yet your words are
ten feet tall with fists of steel

Published by bernardsbarnes

Writer. Artist. Performer. A little boy dreaming of the stars.

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