Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Truthfullness



"The Common Thought of
Gardeners"

Seeming to have wire under its flesh,
Entwining like a brat's fingers around her "daddy's" money,
The color of candy that unavoidably dyes your saliva;
Surly from Adam's fall:

Morning glory.



2 comments:

Steffani said...

That is awesome! Coleman, did you write that? Where did you come from? Seriously, I love you and your perspective and all the joy you bring our family.

Dad said...

Coleman, that is a great poem, very descriptive and accurate. It paints the perfect picture of my feelings on the subject.

Dad