the end is out there
in the distance,
the finish line
unmarked,
no clock counts down
the seconds that remain,
no checkered flag
ready to be waved,
there is no tape
to break through;
others' races have been run
ours continues on,
carry their memory,
keep going,
keep living
Tag: life
Rusted Leaves
a hot summer breeze
scrapes a rusted oak leaf
across the sun-baked pavement,
gone too ground too soon,
and so too have you,
long before years
of unspoken words
could find their way
into the air;
as the leaves
will feed the earth,
so your silent lessons
have fed our souls;
as new leaves may bloom
upon naked branches
in the spring,
when our grieving subsides,
so too shall we find life again
as we carry your memory
into our futures