take a walk to air out my skull the summer on a week long break no sweat forming on the brow the cemetery almost empty on this Saturday Morning graves, mausoleums, and monuments as far as the horizon will carry them all contained by the twisting limbs of great ancient trees I am worrying about things like the rent and the electricity bill and the milk and sugar azucar y leche and how many cigarettes I have been smoking these men and women will never be alive again to worry about such silly things victims of the civil war brother against brother victims of the passing of time breath against breath one and all strolling down riverwalk ave the old train tracks running along the spine of the James always flowing streaming as birds dip in and out of the banks and the shin high grass sways with the music of pleasant mornings and see a family small children running up the grass hills only to sprint back down at double speed not a moment spent out of breath and I think back to that time when we found a quiet corner and let the lighter light up a bowl or two for the dead homies and how much we laughed when one of us fell and how much we gasped when we saw the small tent village of homeless people living in the wooded outskirts their clotheslines bare in the gentle breeze How insane it is that we should all walk through this park the scent of what life promised us fresh in the air as we lazily stroll through a vast field of corpses immortalized through monumental history
Went on a walk this morning and so did my imagination