John Charley
. carrying mountains
I.
graveyard's a wondered place.
and once to have seen them
in every home like people,
talking people.
graveyard's a place
everywhere
seen them once in every home
in every people like homes,
talking homes
stories laughing clean; here
we are-
and there's no difference
between
of life, of place, of
concrete stone
tears are silent vows, inside
and out
shiny between of this beauty's
made
as homes will stop talking,
like times ago,
to here, where a place alone
will talk alone
laugh alone, when mind thinks
to be around,
of a place within every
world,where
travelling people, and love,
occupy to move
thinking to leave nothing
behind,
but memories are curved,
related stones
stones with names, inscribed
of keen
heavily dried, roses spread
in yards to sleep
unfit of every baggage to
carry with us-
somewhere is far, death
wonders to know.
©️ john charley
