Poem: Suburban Sprawl
You were totally warned I might use this space for random stuff that has nowhere else to live. Since I don't really write enough poems to give them a home online, you may have them here.
SUBURBAN SPRAWL
This path between the city lines,
Green-gold meander
Through suburban lanes,
Tastes of too-ripe blackberries
And decay
And one flower like a star.
So fast the seasons snatch away
These delicate remains.
Yet, falling past these
Cast of memories,
Clasped interlacing
Grey leaves,
Which may have been discarded
Were it not the treasure buried here
Is not so easily forgot.
Who knew the city
Could, in turn,
Crawl out across
A thought
And break into my past,
Sprawl between and
Unlock
The fingers, which I trust
Will now hold someone else's hand.
Eternity belies
Your transient embrace.
Yet your dream is sweeter, lasting longer
Than the hard lines
That greet me as I emerge
Onto a road;
Suburban city sprawl.
And, looking back, it's just the taste
Of blackberries I recall.
SUBURBAN SPRAWL
This path between the city lines,
Green-gold meander
Through suburban lanes,
Tastes of too-ripe blackberries
And decay
And one flower like a star.
So fast the seasons snatch away
These delicate remains.
Yet, falling past these
Cast of memories,
Clasped interlacing
Grey leaves,
Which may have been discarded
Were it not the treasure buried here
Is not so easily forgot.
Who knew the city
Could, in turn,
Crawl out across
A thought
And break into my past,
Sprawl between and
Unlock
The fingers, which I trust
Will now hold someone else's hand.
Eternity belies
Your transient embrace.
Yet your dream is sweeter, lasting longer
Than the hard lines
That greet me as I emerge
Onto a road;
Suburban city sprawl.
And, looking back, it's just the taste
Of blackberries I recall.