The never never comes
Or consoles lost ones, lost souls
Searching in the mist, the dark
For what has happened
What has cost
What’s been lost.
The never never helps
The world resolve
Earth shattering episodes
None that I recall
Only moving forward, heart in hand
Holding out for sanctuary
A soft place to land.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Pachyderms heading south
Heading out
In a truck equipped
No doubt
With everything needed
To trek down south.
Bon Voyage!
Heading out
Not having to walk
Way down south to
A sanctuary
Heaven on earth I have
No doubt.
Too cold here
Should wear mittens
On your snout
Heading south
Yes, Pachyderms
Are heading out.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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