Nobody guessed what shape it was supposed to be, so I guess I’ll just tell you: it was a seahorse wearing a beret. Which I can’t think of a better metaphor for my America than a seahorse wearing a beret. 7 more words
This is the first concrete poem I ever created. It's in the shape of a Coke bottle & was included in my poetry book titled, "Nostalgia, Naturally," published through Authorhouse (Copyright 2007). I hope you enjoy!