Poem: What Next!

Poem: What Next!

 Eight-carbon molecules in rivers of waste, and the sun in a sack cloth hauls itself up again into the sky. And looks down in disgust at what was...a good idea.

POEM: OCCULTED MAN, WAITS.

A thousand years inside a stone, at the bottom of a frozen...lake.

Glacier slow the earth reactors warmed it,

the sun dried up the lake.

New green showed it's tender leaves.

And crowding in around, and thought it theirs.

 

Years flicker in time, like bubbles in clear glass.

Images from one brief life, onto the next.

I've lived a life of just one day and lived also a hundred years...