Illusion
Jun 23rd, 2009 | By Carlton Lloyd Smith | Category: PoetryI once lived among them…
Fake pine bypasses his nostrils…
She was tall and blonde and
I hadn’t known her long -
A majestic oak sitting in the
middle of the field, the
green waves in the wind
rippled the long grass around it…
I am a tactile, visual creature, the need to feel and touch,