Without this pain
that wakes me before daybreak
there'd be no ochre night sky
in my eyes, no shooting stars
welcome as windfall apples, heady as cider;
without this stabbing ache
there'd be no tombstone bones
put up and steeped with flowers
for the hard-pressed, sweet-voiced men
who made these ghost-town hips their resting place.
55 petals and headstones for the g-man
Top Image: Forest, by Mikalojus Ciurlioni, 1919, public domain via wikipaintings.org
Bottom photography by Kristin Hatgi Sink, via facebook. No copyright infringement is intended.