Somewhere behind left in a dream at least one last line of poetry perhaps to be read, planted like a seed to nourish minds hungry or to help me sleep. I am late in wakening to 2020 it seems..
Thinking how difficult to say with simple words stop harming humans stop taking life for granted stop being so greedy stop robbing others blindly stop leading when you're lost stop lying, stop lying! Thinking how difficult to say..
On spring mornings, hot summer afternoons Autumn moments, cold winter nights I wrote of you until you disappeared. I'm thinking of putting a road sign up saying ahead is where you drop off the earth.