at least the perennial flowers never turn to ash
I don’t mean to keep dragging
you into my poetry
but you died on my watch
and now you have nowhere to go
phoenix is too hot to spend eternity
so your mother did the right thing
by bringing you back home (to iowa)
I got better things to do
than figure out why my laptop
speakers decided to stop working
so I hit the road without any particular
place to go
there are no reputations here
that need to be repaired
they are what they are
and if nobody loves you
just the way you are
then damn their eyes
I used to ride my bicycle
through that cemetery
my baseball glove strapped
on the back rack
april two thousand seventeen
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❤ this one !!
thank you, bonnie!
That’s right, love them just the way they are … 🙂
Happy Easter, my friend. xo
Happy Easter, Loredana xo
The way this sounds, I imagine the story could make a whole movie
Thank you for commenting on this piece, Elizabeth – and yes, there is certainly more to the story….
I really love this one … especially what you did with the ash in the title, playing with “phoenix” a few lines down.
Thank you, Shawna.
Your friend never went away, always in your heart. beautiful poem.
thank you, Denise