There were 44 people
At my funeral
I liked
Four
I
Didn’t know the others
The grass smelled like diesel
Ash
Gas
Cigarettes
1978 or 9
I wrote
Better yet
Sang
A song
As wide
As Alaska as
dead as
Buddha’s toenails
As
Easy as apples
I loved all 44
One
For each caliber
3 comments:
I like this piece. Will visit often...
Thanks Stilt. I'll do the same over yon.
I like this piece a lot. BTW I visited via Funky Brewster's Blog.
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