Giant

This brittle boned giant totters

Down the road

Weaving more than a little

Since he’s a giant

But being provincial

Unsophisticated

Long country roads are no mystery

The mystery

Is in those who the road was built for

Not him

Not the giant

Who totters and falters and sways

But the others

Mysterians

Who pass by on the fly

Using this space

In some dimensional alchemy to generate money

When really there is so much mystery

If they would stay

In the middle for once

They would see giants

On the road

Tonight

 

 

David Trudel   © 2013

 

 

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2 responses to “Giant

  1. This is stunning. It leaves an amazing vision even when you stop reading. Very powerful

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