A child awakens, flush
with the fruited plains and jeweled
chaffs of mother's bounty.  Yawning,
stretching, a snow-white smile skips
into the light; watercolor destiny
of gingerbread houses along tree-lined
streets, and rolling meadows of emerald
green tugging on the seamless
skin of an indigo horizon.

A child awakens, christened
by the sordid taste of fruitless prayer
and yesterday's hunger. Standing,
breaking, a bewildered cry languishes
under the sediment of oyster-gray light;
destiny seized by the venomous
hands of blood, bone, and dead-end
streets filled with cardboard floors
and sagebrush litter.

Robert, so very beautiful and brillant, you are a very colourful writer, author, and poet.  I'm so impressed and amazed by your work.  I could clearly see an amazing visual with this piece it just sends a chill down my spine.  Well Written Indeed! :
All my love Kimberly

Kimberly:

thank you, your comments are always very generous, and very much appreciated.

R~