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Above the Tree Line

I was there with you, as intended.
Climbing slowly, winding around
The narrow trail above the tree line.
No. It was a dream on the edge of dawn.
Hopeful and soothing, but lost in time.

It is midday now
Under fluorescent lights,
The sober pall of work sets in.
Tedium, mediocrity and a hint of sweat.
The day seems like it will never end.

I go home, always home,
But never at peace in this decorated tomb.
No comfort or joy,
Just the vestiges of the rapturous love
I managed to destroy.

© 2022 Jeff E. Brown. All rights reserved.

By jebrownwriter

Houston, TX-based Writer and Photographer. Proud pet rescuer who spends nearly all his money on them.

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