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Where's Fresno?
by Charlie Morgana whirring fan blows the words away,
leaving them in the room but moving.
my thoughts, legless pirates scowling.
i close the door so Fresno has to stay.
definers: yellow, wind-blown, dusky, and
that taste of new metal in the cheeks; all
say Fresno! i wait until they drift down.
Fresno! the sound rolls off my tongue
and over the backs of illegals; humans.
i keep their solid, inchoate dreams in
my backpack of hope: a Christmas present.
Fresno! how i've longed to write the word,
Fresno! and now, i notice the balance-claim
is zero-sum. all win, even people of Fresno.
06/21/2007
Posted on 06/21/2007
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alisa Js on 06/22/07 at 06:55 AM inchoate....interesting word and meaning... my friend.. thanks for sharing this one with me... more power to the orange flame...lol...
alisa..;-) |
| Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 06/22/07 at 03:36 PM As usual, you have dazzled me once again, Chaz. Fresno! After reading your poem, I will never think of it the same way again. Perhaps that is a good thing? Viva La Fresno! |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 06/29/07 at 02:57 PM You blow me away!
my thoughts, legless pirates scowling
keep blowing keep blowing keep |
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