Journal of a Spaced-Out Brain

Fridged rain trickles
inside in a broken window,
Mother's final breath.

The wail of traffic
traveling on wet pavement,
A lonely wife's cries.

A mockingbird calls
from the treetops to his mate,
A black hearse passes.

Cloudy blue-gray sky
masking the snow-capped mountains,
A lonesome poet.

A fallen oak tree
grows fungus and sphagnum moss,
Forgotten graveyard.