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Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Backyard Tale

another day gone,
another day closer to
the last day

I remember something
not touched since
maybe I was five

the wind, perfect
gliding plastic wings
filled with gold, black and purple

a snarling leopard
under the clouds with
dusk shadows following behind

I danced with that kite’s string
beginning my journey of
being another day older


soybean field relaying
sunset’s horizon cold
fantasies praying
inspiring little and old

perfect world for resting
under ancient sky furies
bitter memories nesting
releasing sorrowful worries

forever changing the gate
of Earth permanence, adieu
stars pronouncing the age date
revealing secrets hitherto

©Andrea Laws (Author) January 12th, 2015