April 7, 2008

We stop

we’re moving too fast to see the flowers
speeding down this long blackened road
a blur of purple, a spot of yellow
swallowed up in the vast green canvas
momentary colors overwhelm

the force of wind against my hand
I make waves out the window
the sun warms my arm
my heart beats

and all this beauty surrounds and devours
our little life, this little day
just one in a million that will be had
oh, abruptly we stop
living

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