Thursday, December 31, 2015

reading poems by the dead

Now
reading poems by the dead
the land they have gone to
no longer distant and foreign
but maybe an airplane or car ride away
or even just down the street
around the corner
over the hill.
Now the dead are under my feet
all around me
inside my head
folded into the flesh our hearts.
The dead are In another reality,
just inches away
where we will all be together again.

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