a few hope to be colorful memories
pressed onto the page of someone’s life
others wish to see the town
or at least visit the perimeter
of the yard they grew up in
some look for children
to have fun with
those that believe it’s all over
die where they land and face
the funeral rake that pulls
their bodies into a mass grave
or wait to be cremated
not that they have a choice
being leaves without dreams
you never have to stay airborne very long or fly very high low on gas? instrument malfunction? landing gear issues? you can usually glide in for a safe if not bumpy landing the danger of longer more a
Katheryn’s grandfather clock her once proud companion now sounds to me like a broken ballad for her shrinking world striking every hour on the hour a church’s procession song in long vibrating tones
vaccinated boosted well- distanced responsibly masked so it wasn’t my fault the physician’s assistant had the snivels that day he scoped my nose and ears felt the throat and proclaimed me healthy