Saturday, April 4, 2015

Dust in the Wind

A poem for Luke

   I went to the town dump
   with things
   that were 
   piling up
   at my mom's house.

I had already placed the bulk of our family pictures up on the internet,
so I ended up pitching 50 old photo albums.

It was hard to do.

  I saw a photo of my brother Luke
at graduation
   flutter  in the breeze.

As I drove away I played
"Dust in the Wind" and all
of a sudden
I could feel my brother
as a teenager, bouncing over
the rough dump road with me
in the passenger seat.
   Just laughing.

He was happy to be released
from the photo and
returned to my heart.
   it all felt Okay.