Bamboo Dome
by Frank Watson


I built a dome of bamboo sticks,
The first floor of my own Taj Mahal;
A quilt of old carpet strings sewed it 
All together, like mortar on bricks.

This was before I knew of Trump,
Five years old and new to Van Nuys,
California, living in a two-bedroom cove
With a backyard bamboo grove.

When I grew up I would surely
Build more things, I thought I knew;
Though my bamboo dome was 
Nothing more than a glued-up hut.



Note: For today's dVersePoets MeetingTheBar topic on childhood memories.

 
All writings and translations are Copyright © by Frank Watson, also writing as "Blue Flute" (2011-2014).
Year: 
2013