Is it any wonder
when a poet ponders,
"The future may be full
of second thoughts, no doubt."
Second thoughts flutter by
on wings of butterflies,
egrets without regrets
crane their necks at a crash.
If we fly close enough
to the sun the heat melts
our spacecraft to a pool
of atoms, particles
time forgot, remember
we once walked on this earth
among giants, egos
so grand we buried them
all inside pianos,
not baby grands, mind you,
but giant pianos,
we cut a deal, coffins
nobody wants to rest
in for eternity,
or until the Rapture,
if you believe in hope,
yesterday, feathers fell
from the sky, imagine
our spacecraft entering
the atmosphere on fire.
Window washers stand tall
on a highrise platform,
the wind plays tricks, jostles
the workers during lunch,
on a lark, the wind blows
hard, sending them flying,
in Chicago, it takes
firefighters a moment,
no longer, to respond,
the call to save people
trapped in circumstances
beyond their control, takes
determination, guts,
focus to see beyond
the problem at hand, view
a solution to help
endangered immigrants,
the only folks willing
to risk their necks to wash
windows not worth cleaning
really, who wants to die
falling from skyscrapers,
we may have second thoughts
if we ponder their fate.
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Acrostic Format Derived From:
"Terminus" by Seamus Heaney
Is it any wonder
when I thought
I would have second
thoughts?
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Acrostic Format Derived From:
"Terminus" by Seamus Heaney
Is it any wonder
when I thought
I would have second
thoughts?
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