A Rock that Moves
You just happen to bea rock that moves,
You are a rock,
Tigger
that became a cat
for awhile,
Sugar Plum,
and you are owned by
this mouse in a cave,
Pookey Bear
and there will be
no trace of you;
you will be vapor,
water vapor,
and I can say you will
flow to the sea.
Oh how trite,
the sea
the trite
meaningless
sea
it cannot
or will not
purr
The last poem was it’s all absurd. The next poem is The Blog Needs a Poem
