A Po-em

Cemetery

Names in stone, like ducks in a row

only here does time pass so slow

almost touching death, but I feel no fear

time

passes slowly here

I dream of a garden with roses so red

and thoughts of lemon drops dance in my head.

Walking swiftly on a path so brief

in this garden, you’re only a leaf

stately oaks and tall, grand pines

are what adorn the garden of my mind

can you say you were worth your leaf,

walking swiftly on a path very brief

names in stone

my ducks in a row

everywhere, time passes slow

touching death, everywhen, fear

time passes quickly

 here

I was worth my leaf–

were you worth yours?

Or would you like to rewind
 Time?