Polite Carcasses

Can you see

That thing in my rear view,

Flying at me?

Don’t say that we’re now through.

Polite carcasses

Make good soup.

Concrete messages

Accompanied your flute.

I like the piano

In that serenade.

Please, play.

Just one more day.

Follow me

Up the hill,

Then down

Into the bay.

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Author: Gordon S. Bowman III

Writer, Visual Artist, Blogger

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