Jeremy C Kester

a poem

We see each day, each morning come
As life ahead and only past behind
Like a new bud sprouting in dirt
Ready to flower existence ahead
Lest we forget though that each day wakes
And steps closer to the closer end
When dirt shall not raise a flower
Except that which feeds on our corpse

Photo and words copyright © 2025 by Jeremy C Kester – all rights reserved.
Note: this is also cross-posted to Poetically Unlicensed on Substack.

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