open gate beckons
geese grazing on fresh cut field
bales of hay keep watch
open gate beckons
geese grazing on fresh cut field
bales of hay keep watch
woman with shovel
the dead don’t bury themselves
tabby in the road
something dark in play
taking but not giving back
no light makes it through
still hard to believe
even after all these days
twenty-seventeen
smoke column rising
straight from mound of bulldozed trees
progress reeks of death
+++
hope of nostalgic flashback
changed to prophetic nightmare