Inside a Grieving Heart (Vince)

A country road cuts
through a meadow, its
dusty beige path stretching
out to who knows where.

The meadow grass,
golden from the sun,
stands tall and still.
Up above, a goldfinch
bounds in flight against
a blank, blue sky.
The air is coated with
the smell of sweetfern.
Cicadas sing from roadside
oak trees, whose limbs
spread wide from stout trunks.
Water runs smoothly
over round rocks
in a nearby brook.

Under one of the oaks,
a young man stands alone,
staring down the road,
waiting, weeping
grieving.

-VT Polywoda
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