The Zone

[TranquillityBase]

The Zone

April inside 
the retirement zone:
the days are long and green
cloudy mornings
fragile sun after noon
filled with birdsong
trains passing out past the river.
I’ve been in the zone for 6 years
it’s a place where you’re out of the game,
that’s a pleasure in most ways
until you see the outlines of a fence
or some memory comes to call
like burning the mistresses’ letters
and photo that I’d found 
snooping in my father’s car trunk
the day we buried him.
Visitors like this
are endemic to the Zone,
cancelling the pastoral
with a Nazi smirk.

[sputniksungoblin]

The Zone

April inside 
the retirement zone:
the days are long and green
cloudy mornings
fragile sun after noon
filled with birdsong
trains passing out past the river.
I’ve been in the zone for 6 years
it’s a place where you’re out of the game,
that’s a pleasure in most ways
until you see the outlines of a fence
or some memory comes to call
like burning the mistresses’ letters
and photo that I’d found 
snooping in my father’s car trunk
the day we buried him.
Visitors like this
are endemic to the Zone,
cancelling the pastoral
with a Nazi smirk.

Holy crap I love this. The descriptions give me goosebumps I love the way you called the sun fragile it's a very strange way to look at it but I love it. Same with the burning mistresses' letters and photo the day we buried him part. Gave me chills. I couldn't say anything negative about this poem if I wanted to

[TranquillityBase]

Holy crap I love this. The descriptions give me goosebumps I love the way you called the sun fragile it's a very strange way to look at it but I love it. Same with the burning mistresses' letters and photo the day we buried him part. Gave me chills. I couldn't say anything negative about this poem if I wanted to

Thanks and by the way, I really like your screen name.  Welcome to Pig Pen.