Leaving behind the tall, enthralling, mechanical motives of molten Earth, the sunlight receded across water marsh and leaned into nothingness with no one in sight. (Read full poem in caption) --------------------------------------–------------------- I sprinted across the rusted tin can board walk of the banana beach across the field I rushed through the foliage to break free of the tree shade that reined me in. Leaving the rusted locomotor engine that used to steam through and now lay still heavy with years. Jack was right beside me holding a tin foil hat and a makeshift broad sword he chose as a weapon We both thought the same thing, bleak, wide eyed, blue and sad.
