Tuesday, July 4, 2017

A picture book

huge deserts followed them.

it was morning often
when the blisters came

they were walking where they'd never been

across the red lit hills
the sun rose

it is happening again.
one of them said

the way forward
went ahead over the ridge line

the way forward
faded in the direction the sunset

beyond the fire tinged hills
the sun fell

it will never happen again
they all thought

it was night often
when their scars froze

they followed fleeting memories into tomorrow

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