Driving to Houston from Dallas, TX,
you pass nothing.
For a really long time.
& then
from out of nowhere:
SAM HOUSTON!
10x larger than life & porcelain
complected--but only
for a minute, whizzing by
at 80mph.
You could stop and buy a postcard
at the visitor center, created
for his personage.
If you were as large
as Sam Houston the Statue,
you could get here faster:
hopscotching through clover intersections,
sprinting alongside stretches of highway,
pausing to tip your hat to Sam & company
who would probably enjoy the sight, stop
and snap pictures, yelling
"Hey there mister"
and "I'll be damned"
Possessing 10x your normal charm
you would tell a tall tale
with a punchline like thunder
head in the clouds
bighearted
feet like wrecking balls
to the miles of cratered land
behind you.
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don't speed, mary. not even in poems.
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