Kenneth is a rural citizen of Hamilton, Ala., and has begun to observe life and certain things and people helping him to write about them.
Welcome . . .Watch . . .Young Time Stop . . .
Evening lazy lights barely glimmer
He says come near, become me dimmer.
Bumbling over foot in black dirt field
Shading eyes trying to trust laughter’s yield.
Crow, the awkward, backward, black crow
Sleep gaze soundly all but hits me below.
He winks. He thinks time’s in crusty hand
Points to death’s horses stop simple band.
River Evil, no water attains, on knees I fail
Breathing with Straw Death the cold, cold bell.
Even the icy ground devours my feet
Eyes on Straw Death frozen so complete.
One field. One harvest of purity wine
Breathe once. Laugh twice. Gone sublime.
River drained. Mud remains. Crow’s asleep
Waving at Straw Death limps fading, creeping.
© 2020 Kenneth Avery