Poetry: The Chase

From coast to coast
The sun I chase,
O’er peaks and valleys,
Blinded by my haste.

From Glacial ruins,
To fields of golden grain,
Past sea-like lakes,
Through thunder, wind and rain.

I see my end, as it’s contained
Within the rise and fall of our sky’s flame.

I smell the firs, the fruit and sea,
And find my end in what will never be.

 

-Dedicated to my students

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