Saturday, April 4, 2015

Easter Poem

This is a poem I wrote for Jack and Ella and Jenny two years ago. This year we're displaying it at Spring Art Scene. 

The Borrowers, a Poem By Thomas L. Vaultonburg

The Borrowers

Everyone in my neighborhood can afford
Someone else's heart.
Each dawn we lace up the expensive German
Sneakers Chinese children
Assembled for us,
And run Indian style
Through the streets named after
Civil war generals.

The only thing we can't afford
Is conscience.

Poet/Fisherman Thomas L. Vaultonburg