June 23, 2010

Bring It On

by Ivan Brkaric

He once cried
to
Old Yeller.

Now
for too long
he has sobbed
with
Captain Morgan.

Everyday,
an infinite circle.

Where were the days
of sandy beaches
filled with sea shells,
blue skies and castles?

Like a piece of
driftwood,
he has washed ashore.

To finally draw
a line in the sand
and take a stand.

To tap ‘life’
on its shoulder
and say

“Bring it on!”

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