Into the Long Grass

And when evening came,

he took the lane again.
A dog barked behind the pond.
The sun, an egg yoke,
oozed into the trees.

A rusty gate
still warm from the day.
A block of ice in his chest
melted away.

Somewhere beyond sight,
a gun cracked hollow
across the fields.

Then everything
was deeply quiet,
deeply still.


  • Audax

    Truly suspenseful! Great job!

    • Mark_2011

      Thanks very much. :-)

      • Audax

        You’re welcome! Please check out some of my work. I would greatly appreciate it!

      • Trenz Pruca

        I enjoyed it a lot.

        • Mark_2011

          Thank you.

        • Lorna

          This took me to places I've been....... end of a lot of summer days filled with horses and fields and then a setting sun.......... beautiful ...

          • Mark_2011

            Thank you for reading it. Yes - a fine way to end the day, seeing the sun go down. :-)

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