Windshield
before long
I’ll be gone
and you’ll be gone
and they’ll be gone
we’ll all be gone
will you remember
how good it was
how good it could have been
that walk you never took
when the sun
shone
a polished moon
shattered on the glass
how the flowers swayed
small against the bark
the wind rushed up
and past
ripping through the limbs
a nest on the ground
what color is the sky
was it cold
the rain
not cold enough
did the snow melt the man
can’t see the star
from where i am
so, how do ‘ya know
it fell
if you weren’t there
to see it
TL