I remember the first time I ever broke a bone–
And the last time
I ever went to the Hall of Paleontology.
Yes, Love can die
It crawls in a wall
In the back of your mind–
To puff and putrefy.
Meaning Fills Our Purpose!
Everything is as fresh and as new
As a tree unfurling from its egg
Today, she is just a little broccoli
But like the ugly duckling
Will tomorrow be a beautiful Swan
And all she needs is some rainstorms
And she will be tall enough to touch the sky
And get a Christmas STAR/ANGEL for her head
A gift for every person on the Earth
A gift from me to you
“My gift is my song and
This one’s for you”
What is the best way to ride a crocodile?
Probably by lying on your side, like it’s a Roman litter…
Or a divan.
You’d look a fool, straddling it.
Fun Fact About Anna (Not a Poem!)
This one time I tried to take a REALLY BIG BITE out of an apple and my Grandmother had to cut it out of my mouth with a knife.