day sixteen: the color green

the color green
spread wide
filled his sight
the wind
rushed loud past
both of his ears

the creek still flowed
where childhood days
were spent
laughing
his sister
his brother
running across the grass

the grass
like a bedsheet
soft and wet with dew
it lay large
as if
waiting for his return

images
once far away
drawing closer now
the cars
the trees
as he falls faster
he knows
it's almost time
for that long sleep