Now that the summer’s gone
and the Station Wagon is rusted
into the American lexicon,
Tag Archives: short poem
Hero
He’s nobody’s hero,
the man that wakes at dawn,
the bagger that packs bags
’till swole with groceries.
Lullaby
We are living in Orwell’s mind,
while Huxley sings his lullaby
O’ Liberty – An Acrostic Poem
Liberty’s wields her sword
in most imperceptible ways,
Flower – Short Poem
Flower,
perfect pearl blue.