Try as the limit is sky,
Dry tears, don't lazily lie,
Why don't you think high ?
Tie to you guts until you die,
Shy feelings result in a "sigh"
......
Back there then I lived
across the street from a home
for funerals—afternoons
I'd look out the shades
& think of the graveyard
behind Emily Dickinson's house—
how death was no
......
Try as the limit is sky,
Dry tears, don't lazily lie,
Why don't you think high ?
Tie to you guts until you die,
Shy feelings result in a "sigh"
......
Back there then I lived
across the street from a home
for funerals—afternoons
I'd look out the shades
& think of the graveyard
behind Emily Dickinson's house—
how death was no
......