We walked out and on,
The day bracing and cold,
Younger than the snow and
Positive we could cover more ground.
Breath became joy, joy
Became exploration, and we
Were careless in location, love,
And understanding.
After many hours, many steps,
Coming out of a clearing,
We came upon a thing lost:
A once-life, a used-to-be.
We circled around it, inspecting
Its weaknesses, marveling at how
This had once been habitable
And life-sustaining.
Strong in our few years, we smiled at
The weaknesses of its many.
As we turned to go,
We looked last at
The name on the back,
Worn away and rusted:
”Us.”
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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