Adieu

 

Red roses wait……..

sun’s sweet touch

a dust of rain.

 

Church bell tolls

it’s Sunday vows

& you are gone from us.

 

Sunrise blasts early

5.a.m. swallows cry

beneath the house

 

& I am finished with this nest

the children flown while all around

time speeds up

 

it’s industry.

 

Last week, last year, last century

all lost in the snip snap of

bone’s crack

 

an  echo of this song.

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