Final Landscape Poem by Barry Middleton

Final Landscape



out there
the framed waters
of the Gulf of Mexico
wait for me

I can see
the misty colors
of the sunset
the somber clouds

everything green
has turned black
the beach people
are silhouettes

I can almost hear
the sails luffing
for purchase
in the breeze

a wise old pelican
gives up the hunt
and turns homeward

Final Landscape
Monday, February 15, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: existence,images,death
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