Sunday, January 02, 2011


Somedays you are everywhere.

I raise my small cup to the spout
and release the cleansing liquid
you bought me. It was on sale.

My panasonic ring calls out
your name
and the mouse scurries into my bag
bearing witness 
to you.

Hand in glove,
porch light,
satchel over shoulder.
You are everywhere.

Even this road trip
once traversed with you
brings reminders of painful final days
all downhill.

It seemed we would be
comfortable together
old & content
until the string of an apron
bound around you long ago
refused to give freedom and
you did not know
you had the strength of a man
to pull the steak from the ground
and free yourself.


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