things
all
life
considered
an
was
frontier
open
with
ripe
untouched appetite
an
for
manifest destiny
No, no, no--
little orphan Annie, no moon is full, no creatures flying
just the Little Sure Shot made indelible, immortal by the kinetoscope
all things considered life was an open frontier ripe with an untouched appetite for manifest destiny
ReplyDeleteI like the abstraction of this piece, and I also like how much you've begun to play with the structure and stanzas. Not sure I completely get the ending but there is an overall sense of timelessness.