before sausage and eggs

the morning is quiet,

i listen to the doves.

 

the dogs circle me,

like a peace sign.

 

i have hung my flag,

i’ve been to the cemetery.

i left toys for the ones,

that can no longer play.

 

the hollyhocks are done,

the butterfly flower blooms.

 

a fern hides the face,

of a concrete buddha

and st. franncis of assisi.

 

it concerns me,

how many dead i know

 

the hummingbird,

has not visited his branch

this year.

 

i will celebrate him too,

along with the warrior.

 

i will not wash my car today,

the neighbor is mowing his grass.

 

later i will take in a ball game,

reclining in my grave.

 

it’s a holiday.

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