Skirting the horizon with my eyes
through the tallest of pines—
the talent juice i’ve drunk:
a fear thermometer for my veins.
the chary fade sky:
magenta-pink-lilac-periwinkle-blue
puts an end to my
fleeting seconds of nonsense:
my horse of a different color.
11/2005
s./j. goldner
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/yellow-brick-road-entrance/
