I squat like a miner;
sift through rubble,
barefoot in Levis.
Memories swirl the pan ―
most of them look the
same;
unfossilized, too liquid
to keep.
Ruby lips. The American
dream.
Now and then a sparkle ― a nugget
looks up at me with human
eyes.
Clementine! Can't take everything, darling.
Just a few. I pack it
neatly in the box
labeled "Initial Boom".
Souvenirs line up like
herring.
Gradually decompose,
bloom sweet and pungent;
fertilize a second chance ―
my destiny.
my destiny.
tk/July 2015
R.A.D. Stainforth brings my words to life...
R.A.D. Stainforth brings my words to life...
