Monday, July 22, 2013

The Smell of Distant Grilling

The smell of distant 

Comes through the open window
A sweet smoky smell
Reminds me 
I have not eaten 

It is late morning
And I hear the faint tinging
An incoming call
I hesitate to answer
Wanting no new news today

The thought just hits me
That you are dead
Life has this way of culling
Like the owner of a herd

Picking through the mass of life
One, over the other
Too fat, too old, too sickly
The phone keeps ringing
Like some ever-present mooing

I turn off the phone 
And consider Barbecue for lunch

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