CactusMan

today
I drove past our house
the one on the hill
the one in which we
                                        moved
unseen
the one in which my father
                                                    stood
a moment before he
died

CactusMan is gone
lost
I’m sure
to the decayed yard
to the decrepit wall able
to retain
                 nothing
still

my irises rise
colourless but for green
and I am glad for green
was what we were
then
when that house was ours
when you built
the gate that stands there still
the gate you made to keep us
in
your creatures
the gate you made to keep them
out
those creatures
bent on taking us away from
you when
                     in the end
noone could have done
but
       you

© s rogers 6 april 2009

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