Tagged: cemetery

at the cemetery,

at the cemetery,
there is enough
new growth
to power the
most decorated
athlete, a reminder
that as much as we
receive, we will be
made to return
.
20200429:1749
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when picking a spot

when picking a spot
to wait in line, watch
a play, or
spread a picnic,
mortality and eternity
do not bother to strike
up a conversation.
when it is time for
all three
, however,
you can see them
coming up the hill
pointing, deliberating
.
20111204:1228
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we are so far from those honey-

we are so far from those honey-
suckle-twisted
fences, looking in
on the cemetery of our
youth, without a trace
of fear
for our mortality, but
instead, for the boogie
man, for losing the way
home, for abandonment.

these days, we wear purpose-
pinned
fear, preparing
for that eclipsed
moment, when there is
no hope
of rescue,
and frailty
is a tarantula
of glances
.
20100523:2208
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