Sketches - 5 (August 11th, 2014)

5.

House hushes down quiet.

Almost ready to retire to the

bed even though there is so

much to do in one day and night

and lay down into soft blissful

tortures of pleasure sex and while

morning comes at 5:30 AM

seemed an eternity away at

11:55 PM - shower sound from the

bathroom across our tiny

ramshackle hallway.

You can feel the heaviness

of the garden out back

about to give it up and pass on

as all Nebraskans give

away their harvest tomatoes

and salt down juicy

savory slices of it.

The world whispers - whistles

a song and a few who will

listen will replicate that

song until radios die

and the voice comes alive

like the soul fleeing a drowned

               person sinking in the

               murk glurk

               swirl of the Missouri

               river, not time for the

                             Platte.

(August 11th, 2014)

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