One Year Later

The nonce doesn’t matter
As i revisit those steps
Along the prairie.
Hopes can only float in water
When chance stops relying on fate
And anonymous ballads
Fall backwards on the tree trunk
Along the creek.
Its only in these hours
That the calendar speaks.
It wouldn’t take a flower
Picked for me to see
But maybe just one more stroll
Along the prairie.


About Robyn

"If you haven't known insanity, you haven't lived."
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