The Flying Ship

The Flying Ship

Friday, June 25, 2010

Spine.

Stand on the surface,
Feel the breeze in your hair
Watch me articulate
A fine sentence
Made for sunny days.

I cried, kneeling, at your grave
then,
I clenched my fist.
and
Unclenched it.
and stood up.
brushed the mud off my knees.
and got on with my life.

I've eaten a lot of toast.

Had a lot of showers.

Drank a lot of cola.

Laughed at a lot of jokes.

Read a lot of books.

Been to a lot of church.

Without thinking about you.
But I still wear black.
And I still count backwards from ten, when angry,
Just like you taught me.


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