My Final Meadow

My Final Meadow

There is so much to be seen in the blistering sun.
Sometimes the glint of your bright reflections,
Sends me into blindness.
Sometime it sends me into the shadows.

The carbon black surface of the lot,
Does nothing to absorb the intense light.
But instead sends me into darkness,
And reminds me of the time.

There is an open field.
A lesser paved place awaits.
My presence is better elsewhere.
A final chase in some other meadow.

by Peggy L. Mintun, copyright 01-09
My disdain for some things is legendary.