time melts when we die the unseen death
seven years old
the child was
parents panicked
heard the cries
the child is not dead
risking life again
neighbors flay, a fray
to pull the child out
who may have been
already dead
we can relive pain
but we have to create art
to feel it with purpose
i wonder if we ever get over our own
or is reaction to pain our true north
the directions our needles point
our journeys encounter energy fields
every breath and another
i much rather feel
dulcet warmth
ever Spring
than sing my demise
one more day or time tined
what have i become here
non story no glory
gory pouring
with no way to redeem worth
or way
onward eyes play
the child in us all
must to dust
from formless fall
we go finding fine elements
down along spined roads
valleys, alleys, boulevards and parks
i spent far too long being selfish
as cover for woe is me or some other sordid geez us
life in the moment, is the best we are
the turns toward
morning and beyond
reckoning
rhymes with
let soul sing
at least until supper
is served and we can
share a prayer
a few laughs
and those sounds dishes,
wares and fed appetites make
when we
break bread
drink the rain
and give thanks
for why it is
we came this way
EJR ©
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