Autumn
We hope to maintain life’s vibrant verdant greens
and rich reds, but death prevails. Beaten, we suck
bitter amber liquid from glass bottles in honor of
fallen comrades -- road dust on our worn-out boots,
tanned arms and faces hard as leather, our dried
corncob pipes cradle russet tobacco.
~~Ginger Hamilton Caudill
1 comment:
Short and to the point. Love it
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