Chasing A Greyhound - Poem by Kelly Zion
I chased a Greyhound back to the past,
fell asleep on a bus.
I hoped I would somehow last
‘till I was old enough.
I got off at a place called ‘Willoughby, ”
but the willows had already died.
I followed the bed of an empty stream
where the river had long ago dried.
I found a U-haul dead on the road
dusty and dirty with time.
Hoping I could somehow find a home,
I climbed inside.
I dreamed of a place of serenity
by the riverside.
Using broken bricks I built a dream
that’s stronger than time.
So I’m chasing a Greyhound back to the past,
turning around my life
and I’m chasing that Greyhound right off the map,
to a dream before it died.
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