The Wall
By Jimita
I saw you today at the marble wall the flower cup empty and I can only wonder how you came to be in this place I remember you hunting, mud on your boots the bow slung over your shoulder as you tramped through the damp wooded hillside the acrid smell of pitch while you made your own arrows patiently and intently lining up the feathers just so and after success, the deer hanging while you gutted it once you tried to jump over the waterfall but instead you slipped and fell a hundred miles into the cold rushing water pounding you against the rocks yet still you made it home in your rattling truck how then did you end up here cold and alone in this drawer just one of so many others in identical drawers? someday Dad when I have money I will take you out of this marble shoebox and purify the shell that used to be you I will take your ashes back to the river back to the woods where you belongTo my dad, Jimmie Don Leister, 1928-1986 Written January 24th, 2002 © on Jan 24 2002 12:20 PM PST 0 • 18
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