Saturday, November 20, 2010

Saturday in CinCity

Make Each Day Count


by Michael Chitwood



On the way to the memorial service
it started to snow,
blanking our view of the moon's afternoon ghost,
cold clock so white it was blue.

The speakers' voices caught.
They had to pause to continue.
Beneath the lauds,
the talk of deep friendship
and a life well-lived,
we heard the rasp
of the maintenance crew's shovels,
having had to come in on a Saturday.

please note: art by Dan Bush

3 comments:

  1. Cuts straight through--and the photo is magnificent. Thanks for sharing.

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  2. Can hear the shovel's rasping... and feel the cold.

    Warm thoughts to you...

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Hey, thanks for your thoughts and your time:>)