Dogwood Shining
the sun in its blue, blue sky, clear and pure and fresh
these withered bones can barely hold up,
my lungs struggle to breathe in fully,
before growing cold as the night falls
portending two sides, both bloated with excess,
given to hyperbole,
to sell a given mandate,
fill the seats, so to speak
even church needs its suckers
numbers on a page, the higher they go, the better
for show
for I know they killed my friends, rare and real,
as a dog kills the grass and the spiders beneath its feet,
running toward bigger prey
we’re collateral damage in the weeds of life
but they were my treasures,
found along my lonely walks,
shining brightly beneath mud baths…
things nobody in their right mind wanted to stop, bend over, and pick up
they wait just beyond the pink, fluffy clouds,
where coffee and toast taste beyond delicious, and one bite is all I need
to feel complete
I feel gross inside,
bloated, and fat, and
tempting fate
but I don’t want to stop
there is no one to stop for
and I’m so very tired of this ride
it goes nowhere, fast
Originally published at https://carolbankswebercoggie.wordpress.com on September 20, 2020.
