sand through my fingers by Phototrope, on Flickr
En route
Somewhere between
Krypton
and Earth.
Our little Kal-El stopped.
and landed.
All by his little lonesome.
playing
with a bucket and a spoon,
on sandy beach.
Oblivious to the
challenge
and
responsibility,
that adultness would one day bring.
—
by aforgrave. April 15th, 2011.
National Poetry Month, Day 17
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