Lone Pioneer
It’s been ages since my fathers have traveled this space,
The gravity and severity of the mirth,
Subjects me to the gravity of the earth,
I’ve lost my comfortable place within his stoic face,
An emissary, …a lone liquid pioneer,
Escaping from vaulted ducts so dear,
I blaze the trail for them to follow,
His heart broken and hollow,
Down his face this clue is running,
He quickly wipes me on his sleeve,
Too late….the others are coming…
Give it up my friend, … grieve.
(inspired by the personified tear contest)
Copyright © Robert A. Dufresne | Year Posted 2011
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