Saturday, December 12, 2015

A Field



You’ve watched the black turn to green
You’ve watched the struggles of lives
between
June to July
And December
Did you keep a journal
Will you still remember
This was your life
You pray for another season
That you might get it right
One more try
To watch as yellow turns to black
And black back to green
You’ve watched the beauty
And the violence everyday
Did you pick a flower
Struggle with a thorn
I wish you all the pain
You could afford
A field with lessons
Without words
That a life could be explained
In one season
That we would not take for granted
The next
The sunflowers now closing their eyes
The field, a corpse, a swarm of flies
The summer heat
The winter chill
Do you remember the year
And all its lessons
Where were you at the start?
At the end?
Wouldn’t you love just one more year

just to Try it again

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