Tuesday, January 19, 2016

the grasses are taller than i am
beiges, tans, and greens
lit up by the morning sun

it's just a little street corner
a bit of outdoor nook
but in this patch
of tall tall grass
(visual music bending
light in the breeze)
i see a prairie
stretching out like the sea

I wrote the little poem above last night. Tonight, the refrain of a song from Alan Parsons Project in the 1980s comes to mind:

Time keeps flowing like a river
to the sea 
to the sea

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