Iíve seen generation after generation

Iíve seen generation after generation
leap into the lushness of grass
rolling like green water
billowing like horizontal sails

there is just one wind left
to hold the memories
the air that once enclosed this body
keeps its form like a fading whisper

a viper down a heron left
the tide frames any manís gust
there are sailor tales at the far end
of a taxmanís liquid street

Iíve seen the best die with the rest
rolling rolling rolling
the grass is just grass
the wind the wave the air




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2017-06-28 at 12:06

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Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
I love the viper-heron-taxman stanza especially.
2017-06-29


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo, Bob.
Ken
2017-06-28