Come on now son
Let’s beat away time
With the sole of these boots
And sing us a song
To shake off the dust
For how many years
Can these months truly last?
For all of these memories
And all of their longing
Are no more than bare trees
To this cold winter blue
For now
The ancient has gone
And the new quickly fades
No matter how many things
We may like to
Construct from this world
So let us just walk then
You – my shadow – and me
Through these fever dream streets
And this phantom filled crowd
For any hope is not here
But beyond that clear frosted sky
In those palaces of silver
In that river of gold
© J H Martin
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Bare Concrete Blue was first published in Rue Scribe; an online journal of small literature. The poem comes from 八詩 ; a short collection of eight poems by J H Martin, which you can read and download for free here.
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