Waltzing in the Graveyard


As I walked by her unmarked grave…

I had begun the same ritual.

To take up alms!

For a once lifetime of repent…

One  simplistic thought.

Life does not owe me anything.

I owe myself to life.

The dexterity of letting go and holding on?

Sharp as a hunter’s knife.


What could it have been between yesterday and today?

What could have stirred me so?



Same songs on the radio.

Wildflowers overpopulated…

No room to grow.

One sided conversations…

Then the silence of a tomb.

Air receiving dues when no other action will do.

A momentary lapse of being on guard.

When waltzing past your unmarked stone at the graveyard.


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