FEATURED POETRY: The Golden Boy by Rosetta Lucente

 

 


See the golden boy,

the fallen angel,

pointing his trumpet at the sky.

He asks the stars if he can visit

but he knows that

his brilliant, priceless

weight

is too much for their dark atmosphere.

He asks if he can shine, too,

if he can look down upon others

from the immense height of the sky

but he knows that

his rich, prized

weight

is too much for the world of stars.

Still,

he asks,

still,

the golden boy

calls

to his love,

the sky.