*Written for day 20 of the PAD challenge. Prompt: "Looking forward."
future-time is a plot of
ground, tree-shaded, some
chickens, too, and quiet
no point in chewing over the
past like an old bone--onwards and upwards,
he says, and pulls out
the packing boxes and the
tape, crumpled newspaper
to blacken the hands as
the Skynyrd CD replays,
again, the cardboard crates
are loaded onto a truck
bound for the green-bladed, yet
unknown future, the bill of
lading filled out, the
signatures affixed, and so
we start our journey to
that green and pleasant land
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