Next to a Footpath at Fuente De

Submitted by Matthew Rhodes

Lives like raindrops falling into mud,
making rivulets of blood.

Unwasted, yet ungently blown; dashed and mixed and tossed and dropped,
then burned and baked to clay;
stretched tight in frozen screams.

Time, as in a century, will pass
and stir the mud; raise ears of corn
unnumbered like the raindrop lives
that cannot be remade.


 

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Photo credit: An Italianate Landscape with Travelers on a Path, Jan Both

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Brian Geiger

Brian is a freelance writer and the Chief Editor of Vita Brevis, a popular online poetry magazine.

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