Independence Day
November 27th, 2006 at 12:48 pm (Freewrite, Poetry)
You are not around to smell
the pork on the fire deep
in the ground there is a hush
I know that swallows me and I
cannot swallow when I think
of you gone and resting now –
to feel the pitch darkness
my stomach swims in I don’t
want you back you got away
flying–the brush of light
in the corner of my eye
a butterfly I catch a glimpse
around the corner nothing heavy
to sit on your shoulders ever again.
It is the 4th of July
and the flags are dancing
soon the sparks will crush
open the night sky blooming
to dangle into thin diamonds.
God I know you are one of those
sunbursts blasted into the night
I prefer to think of you that way:
so free and finally independent.