Derelict
In a season dry
The rust is thick and falls away
most of it is metal bones and gears
Its glass fractured fallen out at last
spiders webs of crazy cracks sparkle glitter
in the sun the headlights like eyes
seeing none blind
broken out in the distance of time
wheels only rims
Rubber rotten fallen away
under moon sun ice and rain
where it all swept away each & every day
through each & every night.
Sitting in a field of dry rye
forgotten alone a house once white
Burns on the horizon, a season dry.
Rust thick cracks and falls
away, bearing Metal bones
bazaar frozen gears and cogs left to decay.
Shattered glass reflecting Blue sky
Golden days & amethyst nights
Many a field stretching out into the firey seams
the house blackened now an obsolete
derelict
sitting on a rusted red line
A horizon a flair
in a dry season far away
Copyright © Poet Tellaferro | Year Posted 2022
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