(I finally decided on a title for this poem so it can now be reveled to the public. Enjoy.)
Sunset on Wall Street
Bring me the sunset in a tea cup
And I will give you Wall Street in a can.
We'll sit on a dingy and reminisce
Dream of things that have passed,
Createe for ourselves a future-
If ever we get off the dingy.
I'll make a raft of hair for you
If you cry the ocean for me.
We'll make it off this dingy
For I cannot cry and you have no hair.
Then we'll share a dish of life
Grow old, watch teh sun drip across the sky
Until the last drop falls to the tea cup
And winks as the light goes out.
--Wendy Holloway (Oct 2008)