From the rough
Of the grass
Long and blowing
In the late summer wind
The fall
Is upon us
With its linear sunlight
And orange hues
Touching the changes
And nothing you can do
So the early fall
Sets like the Heather days
As the summer fades
Away
The time whisked away
Yet another day
A way to say
That opportunities
Come and go
With no way of knowing
That the time
Is an hour away
So in these moments
Of solitude and hope
I return to the idea
That there is still
One hour
The orange
Is stronger than blue
In the afternoon sun
That came through
I see in my eyes
The fading sun line
Of a falling shadow
Deep on the grass
From the ankles to the glass
In my hand
The afternoon sun
Had come
General apathy
Struck
Me
On the way to the
Place
For my memories
And building face
I was unable to speak
Of the emotions that
Took my mind
Off the type of focus
And let the apathy
Set in
Alone and
Out of focus
When it rains
Tell me the season
When it rains
Tell me the reason
For the quiet
In between
That happen
Between you and me
But rain on me
The water from the sky
So that I may know I am alive
And nourish the ground
Where others lie
Who have gone before
In the night
The waiting stopped
A while back
For the moment
It seemed alright
When the summer
Set in
To go half in on
What seems so plain
So the water flows
And the wind blows
So I begin again
Everyday I go
Blue water
Hues
On the late summer time
When it’s green
Until the water edge
Making a city
Near Manistee
Glow
Green and
Blue
Hero
A hero journey
A hero saves
A hero hopes
To bring the hope
Back in the people
So who can be a hero
Today
When all is overcast and gray
I hope for a hero
In a moment like now
To turn things around
It was quick
And painless
For a moment in time
Was gone
In the wind of
My mind
Slowly
The baffled look of confusion
I could not withhold
Told the story
Of what I had
Been through
Over time
The borders fall
And the words
Become one
So the amalgamation
Can be done
With one stroke of the pen
Or keyboard
It is the amalgamation
Of a far off sensation
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