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The architect carried buildings around
in his head, not real buildings
you understand
just un-sketched plans,
he had always wanted to build a replica of
the town where he was born
not from mortar or brick but from
spaghetti and matches and
lollypop sticks
He wanted to build the fire station and a church
And the supermarket where he would make
Tiny shopping trolleys and scatter them over
the make believe car-park where tiny
People would be carrying on with their daily chores
Holding tiny bags and thinking big thoughts
In the town he wanted to build a spacious park for
imaginary children to enjoy wholesome picnics .
And ponds where geese, ducks and swans would
glide serenely on the surface near broccoli sized
trees
The town in his head would be better then the town in which
he walked but he had one big problem
He spend hours wandering how he could make the sun
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i love that last line, "how he could make the sun". Should it be spent or he'd spend? This is a great idea, we need more visionaries around. also, the broccoli sized trees produce a great image. good one.
