Kentucky Blues

Sweet Kentucky Bluegrass once common as house spiders and railroad spikes- frozen green between snowflakes and fall- now a cheap silver watch band tossed in the middle of a field- still ticking, battery weak and slowing to a stop fading Kentucky Bluegrass the night steadily comes on when you're gone, you're gone 

deadhorse trail by Apryl Skies © 2012
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