Wednesday, February 8, 2017

Memories of Recent Days

Memories of Recent Days

Tree in a Snow Puddle

Found on a winter cabin's morning


is an education 

all its own.

Under the tub,
in between floors, 

above high cabinets
that are often ignored, 

a creature's remains
were made plain.

It died alone
in the dark
without water
or food.

Where it came from
or how did come in?

It long had been 
in such state.
There was no smell,
no sense of immediacy.

Even the shells
of the carrion
that ate here
are long dry.

I too am a tenant.
My being rented it

from my first split
to my faded bones.