DayDream

I imagine you shocked at my lifeless body,
dead on the floor, carpet stained with me.
You don’t believe it. You think I’m playing.
I’m not. It dawns on you I’m over.

I hear your no no no, just
like you did when the dog died in your arms — 
see tears slide down your abandoned face,
feel your torment love confusion hate.

I miss you more than my self,
know the price of life is death,
pay the cost of love with loss…

just as customer service asks for my credit card.

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Elsie

Back by trees that stand
into sky, green against blue
or grey to steel snow,
she watches yellow grain move 
to and fro, audience to
a calm horizon and her heart.

She hears wisps of 
boots brushing stalks until 
both are silent,
resting just behind.

They sway with the field.

“You ready?”

She holds the grove,
the shade, the cross,
grave,
then heads to the house,
husband close behind until
she reaches back her hand
to find his waiting and they
wander their way
home.

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