Gone By

Every day I wake and
Around me squats a city of steel and concrete.
Roaring trucks trundle past my window,
Their exhaust leaving trails in the still morning air, and the
Howling wind breaking against half-finished buildings keeps me from sleeping.

Deep breath in, I close my eyes; imagining the
Arbors of my youth, falling asleep beneath the swaying branches of trees,
Yawning and creaking in the wind, those ancient sentinels of nature.

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About rsjeffrey

A thinly published author who is widely read. No type of fiction is off limits, and I even enjoy plunging into the odd, well-written nonfiction tome as well. I am driven by a need to continuously move forward, so expect to see a lot of activity from me!
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