To Win

TO WIN

Little boy climbed up the

Persimmon branch looking

For orange, finding the

Only purple heart

Mama called

Lucky

To win

To score

And sweep the

Floor

To gold

And triumph

At the door

Said little Win

But winnings

Losings

If its all the same

Little win

Said Mama

Remember

From one tree

Grew another blush

Of our skies dear rush

Into daylight.

To win

To score

The victory march

The blue ribbon arch

Of number 1

1 way. 1 people. 1 belief.

Never the thief

To one.

But winnings

Losings

If its only one

Big Win

Said Mama

Remember

From one tree

Grew a thousand

Seeds and every shape

Distinct yet linked.

And every fruit saw the sun

From a different view

And few were really so rotten.

To Win

To gain

To “make a killing”

Conquest, slam, bam

Pay dirt

Accomplish the end

With power to lend

To Win

To my way

Or the highway.

But Winnings

only losings

My Win

When you push

Said Mama

Push push push

You do

In a woosh woosh woosh

You do

Little big Win

Push away half of you

Push away me

Push you do

You push away

The one who loved you

Most.