Back home
After a good ride in the wind,
Leaning through the air,
Outside all the way,
Four hundred and fifty miles
There and back,
Eyeing dark clouds coming back.
They were good,
Did not get me wet.
Rain in between there and back,
Watching my sister let go.
We’re all getting on,
With medical conditions and sore bones,
Holding on to what we can.
And here is what you missed.
Thursday - Blink
Up north, thirty miles from Green Bay,
On the Wolf river,
Up the road from Shotgun Eddie’s,
Where lack of camping skills
Failed to signal our demise,
What seems like a long time ago,
Though I’m told, in the scheme of things,
Is the blink of an eye,
Which in retrospect I can believe
Because it seems I did blink
And here I am,
Twenty odd years later,
Just down the road.
Friday – Grousing of a Lesser God
Morning storm rolling by,
Rolling thunder, lighting,
Trees bowing perfunctorily
At a lesser god passing by.
The river barely rises in acknowledgment.
The sky growls over it’s shoulder,
The pitter-pat of its infinite little feet
Lag behind to splash in the puddles.
Saturday – Where the Bodies Are Buried
No one told us where the bodies are buried
During the stories we heard
Sitting on laps around the kitchen table,
Highballs and penny-ante poker,
Certain words and names
Not to be said around the children
Concerning nefarious doings
In not so younger days,
Of connections to the lady in red,
Momo, and the 44 gang,
All the bodies buried somewhere in the past
Before are memories had time
To connect the dots from then
To who we are now.
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