Goodbyes
Leaving behind buckling barns leaning in weeds grown high,
Tin roofs toned by flaking rust and balanced precariously
On scaly lumber of storm-washed gray,
Endless rows of tan tasseled corn and browning soybeans—
A darkened clump of distant trees,
A froth of dust billowing up behind a dented truck
Held togehter by fading patchwork seams—
When the mind sketches impressions
With farewell glances,
And creates masterpieces from
Emotions thick with vanishing color,
Goodbyes become brutal paintings.
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