The Great Lakes Ace
Above, a few feet,
From the gallery
Archaeologists spotted the empty space
Larger than the cross off M-68 by about 3 times
But they aren't the only ones exploring a void
Ancient like the pyramids is empty in the chest of the boys
Digging up the artifacts of time
Hidden in your lines
That I write
And when we collide
It's like a land mine
Hid in the jungle near a pyramid where
Built between rivers
2 shrines to weary livers and lovers
Whether its desert or monsoon weather,
When it's winter
You will be there
Somewhere in the hardware store
Picking out the tools you need
To dig more deeply
In the spaces left between
Or to mend that stupid leak
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
