Dogs 2010

FROZEN GROUND
(12/23/10)


forgetting
poems
in the night
I drag
frustrated days
toward the end
of my calendar
trail

priorities
priorities
priorities

job
society
family
home

at my last
breathing moment
will any of these
efforts
really have
mattered?

perhaps
a few lines
parsed
upon parchment
my final possession
loosely clutched
in weakening
hand

finally
fluttering
to the floor
words
the only memories
worth
sweeping away