Barvan Alvarado Poetry

Looking up
He saw seven stars streak across a cloudless sky.
Seven wishes he did make
And seven dreams he did contemplate.
On the glistening dew upon the grass
He saw seven frogs taking a bath.
He looked about for other quirks
And soon found seven craters on the moon.
Amused with his little game
He never noticed seven men who came to play.
Just as he found seven dollars on sidewalk floor
Seven holes he was adorned,
He was an ocean
Giving off to seven rivers of blood.
In seven minutes he did die,
And now looks upon us from the sky.

Poet: Barvan Alvarado