—EVERY DAY’S IMPORTANT, BUT TOMORROW’S A BIG ONE

 

 

Ken

 

I miss you already 

your trembling hands 

that so often 

resembled mine 

you a gentle lion 

no other way to say it 

how you’d hug the whole forest 

and the world would feel it 

like a sudden clutch 

or tender high-pitched sigh  

cacti saluting from afar

Why do we know 

so little about the 

lives of the good ones 

after it’s too late

those we should have 

excavated and examined

so we’d have a pattern or

footprints to step into

a template for being a 

better flawed/fucking human being

I guess what you told us 

this week in that soft garbled 

voice of yours was 

You dumb shit 

what are you doing

The answer is easy and right there

It’s love strong 

It’s hold on while you can