POEM OF THE DAY....

Godzilla Headache in Reverse

more than anything i would like
to see the morning come up over the hills
and know that the haze that clutters these
rooms will dissipate
forever in the heat of the coming day &
more than anything i would like a river or
rivers of molten lava
to come crashing down this door that holds
this city captive &
more than anything i would like to sleep
under branches that wave in the wind
as if motioning to some unseen secret way
over there where
the morning comes up over the hills
like a star-spangled-banner type of sound
that repeats itself through all the valleys
covered with all the nervous laughter of
another morning
coming slowly
up over the hills

Robert Todd