Wednesday, February 10, 2016

tear down

On Tearing Down The Shed

In the end nothing more
    than backdrop for daylilies

                in a mossy fedora

         gouty with accumulation

in my imagination

             flicker out like filament glow
       when I stamp

               my feet in the threshold

through grandpas legs

                     into black vacuum

in the mouth of the unsealed tomb.

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