I hailed a Taxi, went to the flower shoppe, joked with the fleur girls, small talk and flower familiars… hit the liquor store hop, dropped some dead dollars there, then rolled down to my old job down at the Cemetery where i was once a gravedigger and said hello to my Dad… The sun came out over
the Daniel Boone tree and laid some warmth on my grief.
Sunflower Boy
Bone Rose White
baby beers
and a sad cigarette…