Resurrection

It’s particularly peculiar—
the way the
bone-white grave
stones jump
like lines of a
television screen
when you drive
65 miles an
hour down
Sepulveda Blvd.

Rows and rows of stone
meshed into one
some get caught
in trees, on fences
sidewalks
pirouetting
thanking you
for using your
mobility to
make their old
raspy bones
creak.

Advertisements

Ring the Call Button

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s