Of Green Pastures And Kindred Spirits

Traded,
we walk a distance
that we cannot finish.

One
clings to the other,
and downtime continues.

Some
fail to reach their destination
when machines break down.

We
enter a territory
of green pastures and kindred spirits.

 

2019

About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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