Kings of Sand
by Evan Greer
organic silver heart
gasping in the sunlight;
freezing in the sand.
Forgotten by the waves
and found by children
who,
ignorant that the
universe is round
had walked a straight line
hoping to get somewhere.
Following their footprints
through boulders obliterated
by the objectivity of Time,
Time--(who does not care enough to hate
the toys that it breaks.)
Children who will soon
come across (the spot) where
they {hopefully}
had read the sign and removed
their shoes
only to find that
they no longer fit.
From Poetic License, June 2003
by Evan Greer
organic silver heart
gasping in the sunlight;
freezing in the sand.
Forgotten by the waves
and found by children
who,
ignorant that the
universe is round
had walked a straight line
hoping to get somewhere.
Following their footprints
through boulders obliterated
by the objectivity of Time,
Time--(who does not care enough to hate
the toys that it breaks.)
Children who will soon
come across (the spot) where
they {hopefully}
had read the sign and removed
their shoes
only to find that
they no longer fit.
From Poetic License, June 2003