Stories
It was always a story something to explain why it rained or didn’t what grew & what failed the surprise hail storm the divine right of kings. Wars could not explain themselves well but stories rushed in. Characters clashed ripped pages from ancient books framed them in gold. We are buried with the stories we know burned to the last bookmark mixed in an urn & placed beneath etched granite for others to read. Here lies a story: may it be rewritten well.



Perfect poem! I love it!