At the end of everything
a streetlamp goes out
and Narnia darkens.
The grass around the streetlamp
remains green for a time
until it browns and withers.
That is if everything is real.
If it is of the imagination
it will spring back to life
pretty much as it departed.
I cupped a cricket in my hands then let it go.
I gave up TV for miniature toy soldiers
where wars take place
on a scenic table top.
It is the closest I will come
to being god
as I shape the scenery
placing trees one by one into woods
micro managing
which pasture a couple of cows graze
and how loud
the war will be this time.
copyright © 2022 Kenneth P. Gurney
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