Day 25...kind of sestina

 Day 25, dreaded sestina. Confession.. I got the line scheme wrong,realised I had only 5 lines per stanza, ran out of time and gave up!


 Kill dead your car on the hard shoulder, 

open up your door, get out and look,

 step through the gold fields 

and keep on walking; soon you seem to float

 - this this is how you vanish. 


 It doesn't take an accident to vanish-

 careful, check the world over your shoulder,

 open your eyes, wide blue and look. 

The far fields dream their dreams, and keep 

no notice of your progress - you can float. 


 If you have promises to keep, 

forget them, darling, simply float 

in the sky that blazes everywhere you look, 

like drift and pollen, see they seed and vanish;

 your mother waves one last time, turns her shoulder. 


 I know you want to be here, still you vanish, 

can never stick the roots down, up and float. 

It's cold, you shrug the new day over your shoulders, 

the brightness of it everywhere you look; 

Love, you are a memory to keep.


 The lonely bird's eye tracks, it follows, floats,

 the lover and the subject will both vanish.

 Time haunts , familiar ghost,over your shoulder, 

it's no job for the living, just to look- 

 there's names and faces that you need to keep.


 There's fire on the horizon, go and look, 

walk through prairie static, glean and keep. 

We drown ourselves in summer, swim and float, 

submerge in tallest grass up to our shoulders.

 Run now run , so far you seem to vanish. 


 Soothe your car to sleep on the hard shoulder, wade forever through the fields and float.

 Keep going, going- this is how you vanish.

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