I still dream of my father
crossing the pastures
on his one-eyed tractor
mowing acres of sorrow
heading east of a moon
that'll be gone tomorrow
turning one last time as
if to say: so long my son
there’s going to be days
of sunshine and plenty
more of rain as he went
along his way, and my
sadness waved back like
grain in fields of long past
summers and summers
before that, so long a time
ago I can remember only
on lonely nights of heat
lightning and the low
rumble of distant thunder.
A nice surprise on this Monday evening. Thank you all very much for your reading and very nice comments. Please know that I appreciate all of you and your kind words. Thank you.
* To Ravinder Kumar Soni: Opinion entitled to and noted. Thanks for taking the time to read.