WALK LIGHTLY THROUGH DAYS

i may walk lightly through days
while…did you see the stars?
they fell into my pockets
and one with holes i keep,
where souls go when
life is somewhat-like
the dug hole for the dead
7′ by 3′ is a testimony
to the largeness of human life
then please do not stand upon
this grave and weep:
the phone shall never be answered
the message someday may be received
the blue jay in snow always sings
the fallen heart glints in lost love
the poet lives by many constructed words
When I stand by this grave I am not six
feet deep but three miles upward into
the uplifting rush of a brilliant sky

:: 10242015 ::

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