Americana


Just Before

Just before the end of time,
I sat on the roof
of my Kansan home.
In the distance stretched the horizon
A long, thin line that rippled
As the wind whipped hair across my face
So that strands of gold interrupted a bewildered stare.



Poetry by Alex
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Written on 2009-01-28 at 04:03

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Dee Daffodil
Intriguing piece. One wonders why you were on the roof...and what happened to make it the end of time... But the imagery is very clear...and I can almost see that bewildered face. Love this one !
Hugs,
Dee
2009-01-28