The Prairie Has Long Grass

We talk, converse, sometimes chat in verse
But like all things good it does pass
Like the sun moving over our heads
With times, in hours, it’ll pass

And so, we leave, go separate ways
Leaving but a patch of flattened grass
Where we talked, heard what was said
While looking up from the grass

Long gone now, we fade from sight
As the sun drops, sunlight fails at last
Darkness under trees grows now instead
Our memories also fail to last

Two disappear in the distances wide
Each moment, each year that has past
A step, a distance, each moving in dread
Always knowing the visit wouldn’t last

So the cycle continues to go on and on
Long ago the players have been cast
Life offered no alternates instead
The road of events has split long in the past

Barbara Blackcinder


About Barbara Blackcinder

I am a poet/writer with a need for words. There are so many out there that I haven't used yet. They define all reality and mine when you read those from me.
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One Response to The Prairie Has Long Grass

  1. Mary Covert says:

    Last place I know to reach you. If no reply from you, just know I will continue to read your work on WordPress.

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