Poem Shards

  
Telling Stories about Sad People
     Looking at the light
   all day in the leaves
      outside the window
   and the powerlines
     rolling by
   with no end in sight
    cause it's never 
       been like this
    before:
    new people,
  new things to see,
    not able to,
      fit it in
    with what was
       before.
  
   So he's 
     telling
     stories about
   sad people
    where the dialog
    is just them crying.
  His eyes have
     filled with tears
    because he's
    got an orator's
      natural
     emmotive
      talent.
  
   And after all the
    tears
   there really
   isn't anything
   to be sad about.
    it's just the end of
       the ride back, 
    back home time,
     out of the car-seat,
    and back into
       grandma's arms.

 July 6, 2010