Our divinations have shown us
a wonderland of lush grasses
and trees slowly waving in the
freshening breeze
All the features of a paradise
we have long since renounced
are there, out there at the
end of forever
A vision, this beautiful world
somewhere out there beyond
today, in the dreaming territory
after we're gone.
Patrick M. Tracy
7/16/12
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1 comment:
This is lovely, Patrick. I found myself re-reading it as if by so doing, I would be able to keep it with me. You write with such grace. M
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