immigrant eyes,
damp with elation
and anticipation,
crowd oval windows in the sky
that first glimpse of lady liberty's
hand....inviting....extended
from her storied isle
on the hudson,
is euphoric like
must-see reality tv
millions yearn
but less than a privileged few
earn that coveted stamp,
the dream of peasants and chiefs
from distant shores
where operas and iphones
are rare luxuries
and a minimum wage
dish-washing gig
at olive garden
is a bed of roses
in full-bloom
then the snow stormed
on the summer of my dream,
and spring's effulgence
withered like seasonal leaves
in november
and the greener grass...
~ P (#Pablo#tfod)
(8/14/2013)
Aug 14, 2013
Aug 14, 2013 at 5:22 AM UTC
immigrant eyes,
damp with elation
and anticipation,
crowd oval windows in the sky
that first glimpse of lady liberty's
hand....inviting....extended
from her storied isle
on the hudson,
is euphoric like
must-see reality tv
millions yearn
but less than a privileged few
earn that coveted stamp,
the dream of peasants and chiefs
from distant shores
where operas and iphones
are rare luxuries
and a minimum wage
dish-washing gig
at olive garden
is a bed of roses
in full-bloom
then the snow stormed
on the summer of my dream,
and spring's effulgence
withered like seasonal leaves
in november
and the greener grass...
~ P (#Pablo#tfod)
(8/14/2013)
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