Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Without Need

Photo by McDonald, Dale M., 1949-2007.

There is no need to bury me
beneath a Seagrape tree--
dirt already gritty in my eyes--
lips cracked like alligator hide
tanned under a Florida sky-- look how
the heart tilts sideways without
the slightest sign of motion where
once a tom-tom thundered.
Yet grows the very air
all sweetness of rotted fruit
heavy with memory's wisdom--
heavy with regret and yearning--
bursting with stink and fear--
straining to sleep after the sun
has set and evening tamps it down.

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