POET

Lost King
By M. E. Wood

Now
a little boy sits on the shag carpet,
wooden blocks strewn between
his outstretched legs.
Today
he is a builder,
creating and demolishing
his own universe
in a random circle.
Expansion is certain.
Soon
he will outgrow the world
created within these walls.

*published in Sol Magazine / April 2003
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COMMENTS: Today a builder, and tomorrow? Interesting title in the context of this poem. This poet comes to the point in a gentle, loving way.