18 January 2020

Dead End Road

on a dead end road
fallen balsam cones
green branch tips attached
rock & roll when
the wind calls
their names

beyond the eye yet within the ear
geese make the long trek south
ahead of imminent snow
clouded eyes reflect a clouded sky
& pain indifferent endless

falls silently forever
canceling shadows
subduing all to silence
on this dead end road

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