poetry

I am so sorry, but I must share this poem now. Because I like graveyards.

By a Stranger's Grave

It's cool in the shade here.
Just two steps away
the sun is a white-yellow hammer.
Here by your tombstone,
it's cool in the shade.

I linger only breathing
by a half-familiar stranger's name
engraved in stone,
an enigmatic song without a tune.
We are resting long-forgotten,
the two of us together.

I breathe the wet scent
of broken weeds bleeding green-ness,
taste you on the wind,
heavy and silent as honeysuckle.
White and yellow honeysuckle!
Climbing by the wall there,
shadows grasping spears and stars
of precious color.

Found this while rummaging. Posting is how I avoid the packing I should be doing. :)