folk song

a wistful future, maybe.

and when i grow old,
translucent
and sober,
i'd like to
sit
on the swing
on my front porch and
strum
a folk song on my guitar,
watching the cornstalks
sway.

Reviews

[marielondon]

This was fantastic, a poem that is simply enjoyable to read yet leads you to ponder the future. The words come to life in my mind as I read them. I love it!