As I looked backward

from the last car of the train

and saw with perspective

ruin victorious

about the plain

through charred remains

of once verdant promise

I saw the brightest color

that ever was made.

 

How life is

is life like this

a shock of meaning

among the lurid ennui

and a color

where only yesterday lay

some muddy branches

and the drab of decay.

 

The baby is born

and the longing ceases.

Sometimes you hear one voice

in a crowd

and the moment is ceaseless.

 

– Danny Grosso