Friday


dead melodies under the cemetery tree. 

Today I fell asleep under The Cemetery Tree.
Dreaming with the dead, nothing new.
The air-conditioned sun kept the toads away.
Before I knew it, my dad came back from the dead.
We danced, he talked, we watched the sunset clouds
To sleep. The cemetery ground took him back before
The morning. Purple Hummingbirds brought me home.


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