Huron Cemetery Poems VI

May 7th, 2018

The Van Fossens (Caroline M., Ruth, Charles H.)

On my way to the cemetery,
I saw three men help lift
an inebriated woman to her feet.
A block later, I heard the ambulance cry.

On my way to the cemetery,
I passed an Oculista’s office,
which I mistook for an Occultista.
I considered stopping in for a look-see.

No bones about it:
The sensual world is incomplete.
That’s why the hidden world’s call
is irresistible to so very many.

Two people hug behind the library.
I jump to my feet because I sat on an anthill.
How do I explain to my boss
all the ants that I’m bringing back with me?

Huron Cemetery Poems VI