The Flag

There we were,

on a mountain road,

about as far north

as one can get,

in the lower 48.

Beautiful
isolation.

We come
to a fork
in the road.
There sits
a lovely manicured
lawn, where two flags fly.

Our proud Stars and Stripes-
and a confederate one.
My blood runs cold.


I imagine myself
as I rip down that flag.
For it has marred
the beauty
of the one above it.

Of course, I don't-

I have no time
for hate.

S.H. Burum 2006

Wake Me Up

I must find a way
to live,

tomorrow,

as I have, once
again,
dreamed

away, today...

~Sabrina

A Wordy Sonnet

Wordy dreams, at times, rarely experienced;

dreamy words, often peppered and minced.

It all, carelessly, tossed into a heap

out on the corner, where words are cheap.

Get up! Soft, tender, Words, come, let us play!

Let us pretend, we dance; imagine romance.

Let us be alone with the wind, all through the weary day;

safe from life, and every strange circumstance!

Together, we will explore, dark cavernous

tunnels, where secrets lived, open, and free.

I simply cannot wait, to leave all of the fuss;

and float off, escape to the clouds: my words, and me...

(...whatever you, choose to, do with your time,

does not concern me; that, is your dream, and - your rhyme.)

White Chocolate, Please

I used to dream of candy stores,
lemon drops for free.
Colorful sugar spores,
sprouting sweets for me.

Once a year, Grandmother
would get me all to herself.
Then, against the wishes of my mother-
We'd choose candy from the shelf,

of a true candy store.
All I could imagine--
white chocolate and more
to fuel, my child's engine!

No wonder, they still haunt my dreams-
chocolate covered caramels and creams.