I Am No Man Poem by Cee Bea

I Am No Man



I find comfort in
crumpled flowers
or the disarray of life

charmed by a wrench
or pen
its
fate by fingertip

to do, or not to do
is the question.. that?

because on the Island
I am no man
just scenery for a setting sun

Wednesday, November 5, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: scents
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