He Looked Up: A Poem

Scott Bauer
He looked up

Past his nose

Past his master's raised whip

Past his housetop

Past the gold trees in the yard

Beyond his master's housetop

Beyond the multicolored hills

Beyond the white tipped mountains

Past the sporadic puff balls in the sky

To the darkness that lies above

There his sight stopped

And gazed upon the white flecks

That populated the expansive blackness

How he wished it was like that here

Published by Scott Bauer

Novelist, poet, and an average guy who has happened to have done more than most. Now taking the time to figure out just what I have done and why...  View profile

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