Builders will continue to build, and
White folk dumpster dive,
In the winter anyway,
In red,
And blue overalls, scavenge –
Scavenger,
Some for profit, others fun, and I
Cannot be a predator, I
Cannot carry luggage, I
Am dying, and
Perhaps giving things away, a
book or something will relive the pain, lord
Knows I just need some Pain Relief and, I
Just cannot afford to hoard right now, nor pilgrimage, how
I wish I had done this earlier like,
Forgiven my lover, myself –
Wait,
I’ll do it in dungarees, I am dying and I
Do not need to carry baggage, cannot take it with me, I’ll
Give out yellow popsicles instead.
Smile when you see me.
♦photo – Holy Week, Guatemala♦
-short evocative poetry-
Filed under: Poetry Tagged: cancer, family, letting go, love, poem, poetry, semana santa
