Some more poetry

Something I submitted for a class this week – I will be doing some revising in the near future…

Too late.

After John Ashbery, A problem of anxiety

Fifty years have passed,
Isn’t that interesting?
The trees still rise and shed
The flowers bloom and die
The birds learn to fly and flap south
The deer graze aimlessly

Fifty years have passed,
Isn’t that disconcerting?
Cities crumble, decay into dust
Highways crack in heat and cold
Store fronts shuttered and empty
Sidewalks stretch into the horizon

Fifty years have passed,
Isn’t that what I told you?
If we didn’t care about each other
Didn’t listen and hear
If we didn’t cry on each other’s shoulders
Or learn from our mistakes

Fifty years have passed
Along with us
Into oblivion.