Dream #9 Poem by Kyle Schlicher

Take my hand
Close your eyes and breathe easy
As we walk through the minefields
Rising all around us
Where the fragile flowers are wilting
And the green grass refuses to grow.
So walk slow and breathe easy
For we are in a no man's land
Where the sun bleached bones
Are scattered about and the buzzards are full,
Contented and waiting on us to slip up
As we try to traverse the footprints forced deep down
Into the dust of yesterday
And the promise of tomorrow.

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