16.
Worn down hot congested city -
I can feel it down to
the roots of my hair.
My digestion is slow bothered at times
but no matter, sun up sun down -
older I get the more I begin
to realize how everything
has limits.
Sooner or later -
a chapter ends.
I've felt it in Nebraska funeral homes
Texas funeral homes
magic of rain drenched Chicago alley
way
funeral home.
There’s a funeral home on Center Street
on the way to/from work.
Denver funeral homes and wavering
unbeknownst pastors.
Children of this lone earth funeral home
and what of all that really?
Questioning the inevitable?
Fearing the ‘to definitely be (or not depending
on perspective)’
God as empty as early morning mailboxes
winds whistle through
and yet for whatever reason
the land turns blessed in
soon-to-be-fall with seemingly
billions of monarch butterflies
migrating in and through Nebraska
roll-plains and bread basket field
wilderness.
Lick the wounds the weather gave you.
Find your step in the taillight
beneath strange shaped clouds
with last hour of day lonesome
luminescence -
shudder at the wonder
of it.
(August 24th, 2014)
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