Imagination

roof houses
in a row with
snowtops
trees budding
leaves
meteors merely
passing by
a group of stars
rumor
mongering along
a lonely street
lights singing
light
parks with empty
benches
children huddled
in schools
mothers frying eggs
and fathers
repairing broken
promises at the
barn
golden spread of
wheat and
hay at the stacks
nothing real for
that matter
these are all
imaginations of the
mind
which was never
there in the
first place.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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