walt whitman's tomb
seeing leaves of grass
still growing there
i imagine hearing him say
what i assume you shall assume
mausoleum
seeing only darkness
through the peephole
i look into the past
and into the future
a little girl
plays with her doll
on the side porch
memories of my sister
holding emily susan
accidently
smearing a gnat across my page
i examine the stain
that a moment ago
was full of life
how would i know
that it would end like this
the harvest moon rising high
above the poplars
and me thinking of you
am i to end in dust
then set me free in the sky
swirlling in the sun's light
a rainbow colored kite
dancing in the wind
flying my fighter kite
tiny violets share the spot
where i am standing
on the surface of the earth
revoling around a star
