Friday, December 5, 2008

Vision

Walking with his mother
At eight he goes down on one knee.
And up as quickly.
Now trying to rise, arms outstretched
He remembers.
The bird left through the front door.
Rising.
He stands straight.

2 comments:

skorda said...

I like this. I hope you will write more.
Skor

rich schulman said...

Thanks.

I am planning on starting a new blog.

Will drop you a link.

Rich