A poem I wrote a few days ago that i would really love to paint. It is as of yet, untitled.
From California's ocean shore
Crossed the desert
but am not parched
Soared like a hawk over the Grand Canyon
but did not slip
Ran through the cornfields
Swam through the Great Lakes
And landed...
jeans ripped, hair tousled
And happiness held
finally
like a glowing gem
within my two cupped hands.
