Bury Me Not With My Shoes On

After A.J.'s fatal demise
there was a shoe left lying on the blackened road.

First April, I recall Dad's fiery sun
beachin' in April draped in May love bugs

Katho says to boil a ham for Christmas Eve,
she is celebrating with a man with a paint brush in
his hand, my first Christmas without A.J.

Son of sons may you find happy colors in
green and red as guests arrive and the rich
earth unlocks your passion in family secrets

Baby Jesus will slowly flush through my body
and come up in tangled memories
out in the crisp air ripe for collecting
the Nativity Scene and Shakespeare's House

A calico cat lifts bark in the woods,
my neighbor's charmed delight!

The world searches for global awakening
and gravitates over ancient troubles.
Toys For Tots MUST get their share

So. Mark my words.
Bury me not with my shoes on.
Cremate me in a cosmic oriental urn

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