Cap

Driving
'cross a land too cold
for deer and antelope to play
while lavender wraps its way
around the endless sky
and cattle wade grey
across the frozen waller
I-spy-a-buffalo
walking

Winter hangs shaggy
on weedy limbs as the
once-might creature
nods
his broad-horned head
to the steel-carcassed
woman flying past

The soft whir of re-
conditioned heat echoes
Son's aftershave (sweet)
Daughter's tears (savory)
and
the sound of
My angel
his hand still warm against the cheek
You're always here
his voice still free in the air
Smiling that sweet smile
but
that was Friday
the blinding sun of a December morning

today
tonight
Death
mottles the man's long legs
(Shiny from the tender press of love and lotion)
into marble members
strong enough to carry him
walking
in a circle
to the next life

c. sdmrogers 2008