Poetry – Page 7 – Skeleton At The Feast

Let Us Be As Time Of Rest

Let us be as time of rest, time of day when sleep is at hand.

If I mapped the places, would I understand?

Lament for a senior thesis. Need I say more?

Learn to say the truth of a thing – that is all.

“That liquefaction of her clothes” – a different understanding of a poem I’ve always loved.

Yes, I still have pumpkins from Halloween. Yes, they’re still good (I hope).

Seriously, why?

Peach tree seasons, time run soft.

Today is Earth Day? I don’t understand – and neither do you.

Memories in a cup of peach tea.