Too Many Days

The wind made promises

It could not carry through

The day of the dead

Its reckoning

For all the paramours

He filtered through treetops

And open fields

Falling briskly

Gone in silence

No stirring of breath

Being pushed away

Forgotten

This is death

© Entirety 2016

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