still sounds good

six l

rain gray missouri monday
for my flight out
the planes and people
come and go
killing time
with memory and wine

i heard from someone
who knows someone
that might know
six bought a patch of land
the kind i used to say
i would
when the time was right
when the dust settled
and i got my shit together

a little place
somewhere in the country
with room for animals
room for myself
a place with a river
running outside the back door
a short walk
to bait a hook
throw in my line
and let the calm waters
tell me when
the day is done with me

heard his wife
rides horses
heals broken animals
and with one hand free
keeps his wild wheels
from jumping off
the tracks

heard his daughter
curses in latin
writes poetry in french
grows plants without soil
makes sense of stars
and speaks
with the crows

heard he looks like
a long-haired
gray-bearded wizard
writes all day
howls at the moon
all night
guarded at all times
by a russian bear dog
bigger than a car
that scares away strangers
and barks at his ghosts

skies grow darker
boarding my plane
heading back home
to empty all the buckets
filling with rainwater
from holes in the ceiling
i never seem to fix

i’m not sure what state
six is in
but i gotta say
as i fold this memory
and stash away
this forgotten plan

it all
still sounds so good
to me


Words and Image: B. Reeves


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