Today's poem is by Bridget Talone
Overture to a Legend
The only person I ever wanted
in my whole life was
Paul Bunyan. Probably on
the way he talked to women. It
He sort of leaked out
everywhere, pausing now & then
to pick birds off
his shirt. His chest was so vast &
I guess the birds didn't
know what to do & they'd fall
sleep was like dead trees. It was
try telling that to Paul.
Maybe it was the way he talked
I think a lot of things
must've looked like cans of beer
to Paul Bunyan.
Copyright © 2011 Bridget Talone All rights reserved
from Salt Hill Journal
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