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The wheat waved ...
Manic metronomes en masse
Steadily ticking off unsteady time
Feathery fingers coaxing the cumuli eastward
Away from the tangerine-tinted reach
He waded slowly through the sepia grasses
Palms-down to tickle the tops
Dusk approached like a sword - sure of its mark
So he quickened his pace to claim the woods while he could still see
Not far now, the evergeens pierced the sky
An emerald cathedral to welcome him in divine fashion
Woody windows deep and black
'Always toward the darkness', he mused
(An ambiguous chuckle to himself)
He would be safer there, but it held cautions of its own
Still, the pine needles offered soft slumber
And the inky blackness, its arms
He was shaking from the shock of blood loss
Freezing cold, though it was a warm summer's eve
"I might yet make it home," he said aloud
The sound of it adding weight to his fading hopes
He lay down near a large pine tree, wrapped tight in his blanket
Closing his eyes, he thought sweetly of his woman
And surrendered to the swirling dreams
From which ...
He would never wake.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden | Year Posted 2019
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