I see summer flustering
around dead children
playing in the park
with dead mothers and fathers
I see dead people walking
as if it didn’t really matter
dead friends laughing
tossing their heads in turn

dead I say to the new day
to the breaking of hearts light
the beckoning green
the lushness of summer
unfolding days of slow time
like sand in bad weather dead
this love I will die for
dead dead dead

Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2016-07-22 at 01:43

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Yep. Everything does seem "dead" that way. Good work.