The trunks of pine, ash, oak piled high
A young boy walks the cambered wall
Happier than you ,and less scared,
Disturbing universes too small to matter
too big to care.
Everything sang "I'll outlast you..."
Unlike yesterday's superstar.
Moss, caught on your shoe
will outlast you
like a melon seed, like cocktail sticks
like finding fault,
like everything you love but worse.
Even dead boys outlast you,
clinging to every fibrous thought
Leaning on your inner ear
and cleaning you out.
"Twenty years ago this week," says someone,
and you are deceived, again.
Feeling bereft is your only excuse.
Another somebody's daughter rides horses
flying across hundreds of generations
Evolution with a bolt straight back and a mean streak,
The accidental apex.
Today I watered
the Selaginella lepidophylla
feeling sorry for the undead.
Tumbleweed, tumbleweed,
you are my tumbleweed
I mustn't grumble
you are my tumbleweed.
Sleep, sleep ticking children
Sleep like your grandmother
Nothing's changed
nothing's imminent (he lied).
Tomorrow will you dance with me?
Dance while I'm important to you,
Dance while you're vital
Categories:
selaginella, children, death, nature, sleep,
Form: Free verse