Wednesday, January 19, 2011




http://www.brooklynmuseum.org/exhibitions/fred_tomaselli/



As he comes to a stop
He watches the wonders
Small shiny rocks
With treasures inside
Rows and rows of trees
The fire breaks free
And up in the sky
Is a strong sun
Lighting and burning
Till can’t look no more
And up ahead it starts to explode
Magic spreads
And he as a bird
completes the beaty of this
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  1. Ben FuttermanJanuary 19, 2011 at 7:14 PM

    great picture, and great poem to go along with it!I love how the simple descriptions that you gave in the poem really could make you think deeper about the picture, while in a way, it ort of told a story! trés bien!

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