we will all be on that platform

we will all be on that platform 
hailing  

the last train out of town

            the question

            of whether it is
pulling out of tranquility 

or steaming toward it will 

most likely be the one

leaning on the doorpost of memory 
memories 

of your run
of the world spinning toward you
the glory of each sunrise

glinting on

the sickle that was

        always mere inches

from the back of your neck
how you knew 

even at full sprint 

  you would 

             like all before you

                      finish second 
fading

into the crowd

as the victor 

collected

    another bouquet
(c) 2016 Fred Whitehead 

yard dancing with Attar

in fact it was a fabulous day

  to be to

               get nice too

   it was big and right to be

able and

         brought by as a gift as was

   is and is not this

   is not the end of the ibex

a cis and an urn and claque

gathered 

with the ladies who have what

is perceived

 a wily dance on two and a half lots

      of city crabgrass 

they

            are here for the long

                                              test
(c) 2016 Fred Whitehead