Saturday, April 19, 2008
One of my Favorite Poems
A beautiful woman and an ugly man stand on a corner in Times Square. They wait for the signal to walk. The ugly man says, A beautiful, little woman here to be a model or an actress on the big screen? Can you sing me a song, the tune of your heart that will top the charts?
I am the dirt under the feet of a diligent farmer. Trudging on me, he leaves the mark of his soul on my face. In my nose, he plants a seed.
The ugly man says, A beautiful, little woman, you should be up on that billboard, not a can of Pepsi. It should be your face on the television, not that news anchor who lies.
I am a corn stalk with ears that touch the sky. I will reach God today, "What's the meaning of life?" I will ask him.
The ugly man says, A beautiful, little woman, you're not meant to walk, come home with me and I will lie you down on my bed. I will paint your portriat, better than The Birth of Venus.
The sun is setting, says the beautiful woman while looking up through the skyscrapers. The harvest moon will be out tonight.