I think I'll lie down
its cold and hard
but I must lie down

my head spins
above in the sky
the stars hold my memories
mars is low
the plough high
I feel I am amongst them

I taught my son
to love the
excited wonderment
fast chasing clouds
out on the mountain
of his growth

alone now
unbeknown
unbeloved
overwhelmed by
life and space
but yes
o yes
the beauty of this place

next morn
the paper said
homeless man
found lying
amongst the bins
the garbage
naked
as if ready to die
at peace
on a night
as brutal cold
as this

04/21/2014