Treasure Island

jonathan Juarez

(Orange CA.)

door way


A forecast of glimpse we are in
Walking by neighbor house
A garage sale of heirlooms
She kisses him with young lungs
Modern sorcerer, chemistry
I don't say otherwise if
Banter is the fodder of wishing well
I wait, and am drawn out through it

Submitted: Monday, May 28, 2012
Edited: Monday, May 28, 2012

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  • Patti Masterman (5/28/2012 4:56:00 PM)

    I really like 'banter is the fodder of wishing well'. I've always thought that true poetry
    has like, hidden lines of wisdom, which everyone is aware of but has never seen
    it stated outright, like the ten commandments or the five stages of grief, lol.. (Report) Reply

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