what’s left is lonely stone and sparrows, soaring about in glee
chasing one another
from sky to sky, and the
keen pinnacles of tender preacher-prayers
echo off the land up to jesus and
with a once lived life
a once loved love.
flowers left behind
cheerfully with a friendly gale
4:22 pm mst usa
16 septiembre 2020
Erik Satie Trois Gymnopedies. A quiet gentle gale. The sunset is near a pond. We sit. And ponder why.
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Did you see little Hector, at the funeral?
Maybe he was too sad to come. But, no. I didn’t see him.
We should go by next week and take him out to a quiet dinner.
Where did you have in mind? Harry…
Somewhere that serves baked macaroni and cheese. Topped with parmesan. I bet, Hector, would love a big bowl of it.
Oh, Harry. What a great idea.
I feel sorry for the boy, Doris.
Harry, you’re a good man.
Thanks, Doris. So are you.
Yellow Rose Productions
hardee har har
Poem reading by Richard Schletty