Untitled
(JCH -- 1992)
the scent
of fallen leaves will become nostalgia
to the
young boys exploring the woods w/awe and wonderment
and in
a few yrs., he’ll return to this place
to be
alone with his thoughts and memories
silently
searching for something he’s lost;
he’ll
recall his best friend from yrs. back
and the
ghost cows will line the rotting fence
watching
w/deep set eyes as the sun becomes red
and burns
the ground
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