Thursday, May 14, 2015

Only for the Gone

Only for the Gone

The physical weight of a daydream:
Basho's decay-to-dust walking stick.

So it is that you establish
two children in a winter procession
carrying ancient bronzed toddler shoes.

The inner life: slumped over-and-into fried eggs
at a roadside cafe, you're way too old for funerals.

Abundance: a crush-heavy sky over desert.
Someday, We used to live around there.

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