The Way West

by Willi Brown


The cloud moves in from the west

strange force to confuse hope

and mix with happy thoughts

and pleasant memories.

 

"Remember me?", how I was

before? We danced on the

beach enmass? You snapped

eternity with your Kodak?

 

I wrote you poems

about the beach -

the edge of evolution.

I wonder, can I

have them back?

 

Will the west bring

any solace to us?

Or shall we die young

to avoid the pain of growth?
		

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