Trying to Cross the StreetA Poem by Pester D. Finches
A delicate summer evenings dream,
A small child trying to cross the street,
Flooded by rain, the previous day.
Water rippling up the concrete curb,
Tiny waves in a model sea,
An ocean of dark, murky water.
A lone dry leaf came floating by,
Hugging the curb like a Viking ship,
Hugged the coastline of an ancient shore,
On a long forgotten night.
Bleary brightness hung over the surf,
And one brief moment, only God could have,
Watching over the tiny ship, floating into the mist.
© 2010 Pester D. Finches
Pester D. Finches
the middle of No-Where, NY
Abouthi, my name is Pester, some of you may know me as j.j. or what you will, but you can call my Danny (my middle name). i like Danny better them Pester, dont you? more..