Drop-down deadly, <br />Negates the innocent red <br />Pomegranate smiles that <br />Once lined the dusty highway - <br />To the place between tendril gardens <br />And the setting moon. <br />How we’d bay to keep it at bay, <br />That haunted spirit blowing in <br />When least expected - <br />It will steal your soul someday. <br /> <br />She dropped-down dead <br />At 82, readily - <br />Still she smiled, the optimist - <br />Cast in bronze, floated away <br />To the place between us <br />And them. <br />That we would play so, just to play <br />As the thunderheads billowed in <br />Unexpectedly - <br />Stealing our souls someday.<br /><br />Kelly Vinal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spiral/
