I wanted to know
October 25, 2013 § Leave a comment
I wanted to know
the places he’d been
wanted more
about the lay of his land
taken to visit him
for years
stiffly sharing a sofa
with my brothers
trying to suss out his affinity for
stony reticence
all I was asking for
was a history
every time I got the same
a pen
no well
a page
no line
I wanted to know if he
saw mountain lakes through
his clouded eyes
groves of cedar in the
shadows on
his smoke filmed walls
because I tell you,
there is
nothing scenic about following
a corpse wagon
through a neighborhood
held together with coal ash
and scar tissue
if there were any answers,
there they go,
to greet the sunset
with a shrug
(c) 2013 Fred Whitehead
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