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I've seen generation after generation

I've 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 man's gust
there are sailor tales at the far end
of a taxman's liquid street

I've 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