We walk the rural path from a one-room school …..rubber boots scrape the gravel We stand, flip 100 burgers in a line, for lunch time, …..sneakers smell slick, still, with rancid fat We sit, alone, with a Lady, her Ermine, through plexiglass, she looks away …..hikers, swell hot, four years bald We reflect time in…
Again
You are here today Again now upon my lap my hands in you when you passed into a tomorrow today yesterday is Again born into a day birthday candles extinguished with a spark a bark peals back the dark your face printed on your name you awake the silence with a look a belly rub…