I am originally from Springfield, Ohio, and currently live in London, Ohio. I write poetry to make sense of the world and my place in it.  I have been fortunate to have my work accepted for publication in several print and online magazines.  

You and I at the Cemetery

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You cradle several buckeyes
in your dress, shiny and wet
fresh from their prickly rinds
on the hill at the cemetery.

A weathered gravestone
cracked and uplifted
from the rocky shoveling
of a groundhog mound.

Endless smooth monuments
waiting patiently
on an invasion of roots
vandals and weather.

Bushy tailed squirrels
gather among rows of markers,
vast valleys of time.
Silence can be so huge.

If the world has forgotten us
it would be nothing
to the scrappy sparrows
searching for seeds.

A passing ambulance
outside the iron fence-posts
of the grounds
could be another ending.

Life is a race
without survivors
but it is always peaceful here.
Serene in the face

of so much death.
Just the quiet colors
of the changing season
falling for us together.


first appeared in Oddville Press