In midnight there is posterity.
After the sun sets,
crowning color to dark,
hope is renewed
and morning begins.
As morning will come
so will posterity.
In life there is posterity.
collections of dust
combining to smile while
contemplating to wish,
Surrounded by genomes,
arithmetic,
and posterity.
In your eye there is posterity.
crushed by the weight of my words,
i once knew true beauty,
who fell so quickly,
She left
for posterity.
In nature there is posterity.
circular bark
wrapped around a canvas
of blue green persuasion,
driven by a maker
of one part oxygen
and two parts breath,
breathing posterity.
In woman,
there is posterity
to cradle
and hold
and know something so intimately
as I was after my first flower,
birth is posterity.
Over and over
and over again
is posterity.
Copyright (c) David DeSantis
David DeSantis
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