Aspire
A
three dollar rock
I
take out of the paper bag
And
stare at it
I
want it to say something
It
has a word etched
On
its face
That
has challenged me
To
a duel out of these doldrums
This
space of “noplace”
That
threatens to swallow
What
I hold dear
Inside
and out
About
myself
That
is my voice
That
is my choice
To
create
Now
I set a date
To
pour out the contents
Of
my pockets
Searching
for meaning
In
the treasures
I
carry around with me
Seeing
they are common
Pieces
of everyday stuff
Like
fluff that could blow away
If
I’m not careful
And
I cram it all back in again
After
examination
This
little rock
A
grey greeny-blue reminder
That
time marches ever forward
Running
away from childhood
Bartering
chips to trips on ships
And
golden goblets dipped in wine
I
haven’t time to give away
The
heyday of my youth or otherwise
I
hear the rock roll
And
rise within
The
writhing begins to burn
Away
time, the toll for me has rung
And
rings, and rallies
That,
which is within
The
well plums
Where
a single bloom
Explodes
KABOOM!
With
one word
Like
the tablets tossed
Down
the mountain
The
word is aspire
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