Yesterday’s mower tracks
wet with morning dew
show in the grass through clinging fog
they hint of a tale not yet forgotten
however inconsequential
of a moment snipped from yesterday
when I was here
when I was
But by noon
the sun hot
the dew dry
the grass standing tall
my legacy has vanished
And so my immortality
Marv Himmel
November 11, 2016 ©
Au contraire, mon frere! Your legacy has not vanished, it has yet to be unveiled. There is a profound irony in the realization that no matter how hard and long one toils to construct a magnificent and everlasting effigy, it is done in the dark, with the light switch tripped only by the designers last breath…
Nice!