late afternoon
walking on graves
through mazes of dead
reminds me of
years ago
dancing upon them
late nights
with ghosts and lovers
who i never really loved at all
the past carries
so much
that has faded
that is faded
that will fade
and what else will fade?
why cling
when we can run free
forever
i ask beheaded angels
crumbling
gothic and beautiful
over flesh rotted centuries ago
the sun warm upon my face
watch a doe and her young
nibbling graveside grass
graceful and innocent
and aware of my eyes
so i turn them
to keep peace inside these gates,
now locked
miles of bodies
that once held souls
now surely in the wind
or the sun
or the leaves swirling at my feet
forever somewhere
and there is one kind body i stumble upon
alive
showing me the way
through woods and hills and a hole in a fence
and not many walk miles of graves for serenity
and indulgence
in a perfect fall sunday afternoon
but she did and i did that day
and we smiled and i danced a little
down the stairs to the main road
thinking how there's always a way baby
and aint life grand.



so yesterday was nice.

listened to the steeler game on a.m. radio.
full of static and nostalgia, wiggling an antenna
with fall air pouring in the window

enjoyed a very long walk and got locked in the cemetery.

i fell in love with this group of feathered friends:


and with this amazingly creepy headless tombstone from the 1800's:


i kicked it and played outside alot with one of muh main dudes :


started reading and loving the kandy-kolored tangerine-flake streamline baby that i found at chop suey the last time i was in richmond. one of my favorite used bookstores.




life is sweet.

the weather is grand.

all smiles. big cheesy rexxy ones.



i hope you are feeling wonderful today.
<3 Rexx