at the end of light, more light.
it is why I have been walking.
since you’ve known me
I have walked.
I am leery
of your sadness- you’ve mock deer
on your lawn.
you bird watch.
you rake a single leaf, give up.
sadness is your gut is
tamped properly. when I recall
on highway of abandoned upkeep
pipe tobacco
and knowhow
my hands
make visor.
a car slowly passes
other cars. I call this car
my death, and then revise.
Jul 7, 2012
Jul 7, 2012 at 12:12 PM UTC
at the end of light, more light.
it is why I have been walking.
since you’ve known me
I have walked.
I am leery
of your sadness- you’ve mock deer
on your lawn.
you bird watch.
you rake a single leaf, give up.
sadness is your gut is
tamped properly. when I recall
on highway of abandoned upkeep
pipe tobacco
and knowhow
my hands
make visor.
a car slowly passes
other cars. I call this car
my death, and then revise.
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