Time Lapse
Places that once had names
changed by wind and rain
and sun and shifting sands
once mapped and framed
bad lands claim
dry bones.
Desert meets sky
and rivers run dry
and road is lost
to all who try
to find their way
to shining pools
of silver lies
miraged below
forgetful skies.
Days go past in time lapsed
skies changing fast to black
to red to blue to white
and back again
to no end
in sight.
4/7/14
Copyright © Rick Richardson | Year Posted 2014
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