A Monument
Holding the pencil
In my hand
I tighten it
And lift it high over my head
Towards heaven
And with love and anger in my heart
I thrust it downward
Lead first
Into the earth
Until it stands on its own
One with the earth
A monument
Copyright © Rudolph Rinaldi | Year Posted 2012
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