Monday, December 3, 2007

Richard Straw: RIPENESS

Autumn's a slow process, like rust. Cars abandoned last longer than their drivers. I feel "immortal" as nature decays.

Dad's father has died. My parents and I find the funeral home, and I go in first. As I approach his open casket, grandpa jumps out and dances a jig.

turn of the year
sunlight cuts deeper
into the trees

by Richard Straw
Cary, North Carolina

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