by Peter Frantz

Created on: May 02, 2009

As I lean against this splintered fence

Surrounded by a green sea of country grass,

I contemplate life's erratic decision

To send me away from my

Crowded neighborhood on the east side,

The flat with room enough to store

Every bit of nothing I ever saw and had.

I was shackled to luxury,

Pinned down by ambitions.

One day, I took a drive between

The abysmal gray towers of 16th Street

Which strangled me to blue and

I knew I had suffered enough.

My Mercedes took me away

To something new and distant.

I am now a creature of a civil land:

Tall wavering stalks of golden brown,

Grass, mud to walk through, air to breathe

And birds of ceaseless lyrical flatteries

Always above my head.

The sun sees me now that

I'm away from concrete and stone,

And I see her as well.

The kiss of morning beams

Upon my forehead

Ignites in me a passion

I never knew I had.

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