Precessions Poem by Brian Minniear

Afternoon begets evening
As if to pack it in for the day and
Pause at twilight to look back and ponder for a second
What worth it all

Tore up the park across the street
Then in the vacuous wake of months, mountains of earth that follow
The speculation becomes to make way for condominiums

Infers the metaphor that is
Unfettered growth

The resilience and the tenacity
The ardor and the temerity
Of life

Yet

Night begets mourning
As if to shuffle in sleepily,
In moments precedent to the sun, settle in and sigh
Bear down then upon twilight and forget for a second
What worth it all

Nor the contemplation thereof