Friday, September 5, 2014

Told me the wind


Told me the wind was down by the graves again,
knew it was lonesome, and I said I most remembered
the markers of wood with their names rubbed raw
till they bled like the very elements,
and how I liked that kind
of talk.

Then he just sort of drifted off,
no need to stay, or smile, and none to walk,
while I stood like the wood
with my name
rubbed
raw.



2 comments:

Jan said...

Sad but beautiful, William. I couldn't help but think of Tombstone while reading this...a lonely old western town and wooden crosses hidden by the tumbleweeds~

William Michaelian said...

Thanks very much, Jan....