ain’t been a good year…

they’re taking my sister’s ashes
to the beach she always enjoyed
guess it beats being stuck inside
icu with all those damn tubes
but somehow
it’s hard to be consoled
there’s three of us left
the oldest and the youngest
and me
in the middle
the three of us
are feeling well for our age
but somehow
it’s hard to be consoled
we finally got some decent rain
and things are greening up
this was the year
she planned to visit
getting away from her city apartment
wanting to see
the famed california lifestyle
she would have enjoyed it here
all of the glitter and such
but somehow
it’s hard to be consoled
hospital did all that they could
and in fact
she had shown some real progress
but couldn’t breath on her own
the new president says
he’s really going to address
the pandemic
not like the last guy
but somehow
it’s hard to be consoled
did i mention
they’re taking my sister’s ashes
to the beach she always enjoyed

 

hawk chronicles #20…

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part of me
is missing
it will not
alter my life
although
i know
it is lost
forever
just
as you know
what you have
lost
the question is
can
you
fly
without
it

proxy…

stone tears
roll slowly
down
her cheek
tears
hardened
by war
another son
cast
into a myth
of
eternal life
for
service
to a god
who does not
fight
his own
battles

dining alone…

why is it
that you continue
to set a place
at the table
for the dead
do you
not
understand
they will not
take your hand
and
join this feast
of grief
for
they have long
forgotten
this place
and
your name
but
will recall both
when
the table
is cleared
and
there’ re
no more
diners
at the table
of
life