life again
I left the city for fields of goldenrod
painted by many artists over the years
fresh in my mind for reasons I cannot explain
if I had stayed I’d surely be dead by now
having fallen to the atrocious ills of society
either by murder or apparent suicide
I am far from home but closer to reality
like the shepherd is to his flock
like a mother to her newborn
september two thousand eighteen
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Beautiful.
Thank you very much!