The black UFO stays silently on the side of the brown brick building, thin letters,
no ordinary graffiti, just slim strokes,
an extraterrestrial and unnoticed presence
Did the writer think about what fossilized signature
he would leave, or did he merely mean to leave a
mark, a small mark seen now, seen then, by silent observers?
Written: 5/19/08
About Me
- Sherry
- When I was 14, I wrote my first poem, a treacly one about friendship. In high school, I began writing poems after reading Jewel's "A Night in Armor," a book that allowed me to fall in love with free verse. Once I entered college, A.R. Ammons's "Glare," an opus using beautiful, winding language, completely changed the way I thought about poetry. And I've played with words ever since.
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