breakfast in augusta, me.
On Sunday Morning I walked
across the
bridge to
eat breakfast
with the
dead.
I had a
Mango & some
coffee, they had my company
and the sun to warm their
earthen vaults I heard the
birds & not the planes, the
leaves & river not the road
and then I walked but I'll
be back again someday
for sure
posted by mike c | 12:29 PM
1 Comments:
I spend a lot of time hanging out in the cemetaries on the eastern end of Long Island. So many friends, alas.
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