Monday, November 21, 2016

Poem #14 Human Pressed Paper

Careless ambiguities—
Not smart enough—
Seen dissolving
into cages humbly,
sealed his jars
of history.
Some left names.
Others left words.
Some left monuments.
Some left deeds.
I will leave only
faded dreams,
painted on a rusty
human press paper.

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