these moments are rare here,
when the wind
blows hard enough
to knock them down.
tonight, is one
of those nights.
blowing south, it
deposits the dead all over sunset.
unacknowledged by
most, they’re piled
up on the edges,
waiting to be removed.
but where do
they go?
and who takes them away?
it’s not something
i’ve ever seen,
but maybe tonight
i’ll stand watch.
6 Comments
lovely
truly lovely
These kind of writing is different from the ones I’ve seen for the past year and I only see them when I view your blog on my iPhone.
this is beautiful.
I really think Brooke has a great smile.
I loved the pics of your family in the glasses!
Have been reading through your blog this afternoon, while watching an admittedly dull as hell movie. Have found so many things I’ve missed! Your writing is just beautiful…thought provoking…humbling…awe inspiring…and most of all, real. Thank you for sharing these pieces of yourself with all of us. It is truly an honor to get to read. <3
Amazing Matt!