Bloom

I am searching out new memories
While trying to find the old

Remembering mother’s gardens
Mid-summer in full bloom

In 1951 Grandmother wrote
People don’t take time to be kind
Everyone is rushing

History repeats

I am purchasing a casket for my selfishness

Then I’ll follow Everette Ruess into the wilderness

To chant my barbaric yawp
At the foot of the world