1
he sat in the corner enveloped in cobwebs
tiny spiders crawling in and out of his nose and ears
his arms folded
his head laying between them
his chest serving as a nest for moths
larvae danced in-between his toes and fingers
decaying he crumbled to his own feet
and blew away with the autumn wind
without even a whisper

2
i used to stand by the side of this dusty old country road
barren and dry unpaved and surrounded by rolling hills, green in the spring and brown in the heat of summer,
i would stand for hours, motionless and steady
a statue amongst animate objects
ever so often i would hear the pounding hooves of wild horses galloping in the distance,
they ran free, their muscles rippling, their noses frothing with breath
lizards and roadrunners kicked up dust amongst themselves and dry bushes and weeds
passing insects buzzed, some glided
a few even jetted like rockets into the sun
i made a few friends standing on the side of that old country road
but i never did see her again,
and for that i stood on the side of that unkempt road
day and night, day and night
even when i was gone and forgotten
because i never did forget her

3
i spoke to you and as always you listened
i remember our discussion
i can still smell the air and feel the weight surrounding us
i knew i would speak to you again and yet
here i sit without u
and its so very hard so very hard to lose you,
eyes piercing my soul,
u were there before i even knew i was
i want to be able to see you again and yet here i sit without u
but i do not sit without your memory
i do not sit without your continued love and support. . .
and so now i stand,
i stand and walk with u my beloved father all the travels of my life,
i know. . . we walk together
(this was written for you Ms. Thompson, that you may find peace)