A Century of Poems II

The Parroting

Wise think and wise feel,Words said before,Yet to unreachable applesyou gravitate forevermore,A heart ever full of hopewith a sore, burning core,A naive wish to elopewith another man’s amore. Never a push, though ever a nudge;All in reach but ne’er in touch.

We Were Here

On a thin layerin some future rockhidden in some future forestof strange and bizarre trees,An Other looks and seesbetween the dust and sand and chalk,The dreams of humanity and all we held dear,Ground, pounded, lost and forgotten,But as the Other examines with manner austere,A piece of plastic, it holds, with the words“We were here!”