Olalla Creek

do your bones-

lying there in the dark hush-

so far away from your mother and father-

in the dry land where

you toiled as a man

and saw your life bloom crazy pregnant

[can your blue eyes –

in that deepest shadow?  No ladies to set to a swoon?}

[do your b

 

 

you were so far ahead of me

i am next in line

i am right behind