Brian’sPoems

Lou

I’m still hangin’ here.

It takes eons
for wind and water
to level a mountain.
Yet it takes only a lifetime
to return a man or woman
to soil and dust.

I once worked
for a man born in Colorado
and hardened in Illinois.
He was raised by the wind
and therefore had little to say.
But he did have a glass eye
and the intelligence of a creature
who’s spent long periods
not living, but surviving.

When I knew him
he was all rolling hills,
not the jagged rocks
of his wild youth.
By now he must be dust
blowing across the prairie.