the day the earth stood still

Fragrant meadows continue in parts per billion

while the oil spits continually

on open road

along with yesterday’s trial

and errors.

A partial victory may be ahead

and one has to pray

as being under constant duress;

and like the crow, 

we come to fear our own shadow

because it lies dormant awaiting

the next surprise among the multitude:

some hurt

and others,

just stare you in the face:

a breathless reminder of

youth and dirt.


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