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OLNEY CEMETERY

It's midnight almost and I'm getting the hell
Out of the place that's my peace in the day light
It's even my solitude in the dark
As long I as stay on the paved road

Fear comes when the swishy grass under your feet
Longs to suck you in to the bowels of the Earth
It leaves me disoriented there calling for my boxers
They are up the hill barking at the trapped dogs

There's lots of folks I've cared for at the Olney Cemetery
Rich and poor, patient and coworkers, friends and family
I visit their graves in the light of the sun and pray
They can hear me as one who does not forget the dead bodies

I've seen at least 250 in my life and death is usually a blessing
Talking to my dead friend, Janet, same age as me
Reminds me how each day is so precious not to be wasted
On being cruel, on selfishness, on worry, there's no time

Soon I will lay down in the cold ground and rest
Or if I am lucky my children will give me to Snoqualmie Pass
Where the best days of my life were open free innocence a blush
A sunset, a breath of snowy air at early morning all for me

The quiet of the cemetery gives me time to appreciate
We are all going to die we are all going to live
Like my dogs I could run on the damp grass and jump tombstones
It could be a holiday and it is because there I celebrate

Each moment I have in this world
Each word I think in this town
Each flower I give to the living and the dead
Each sound of the wind across the hill of those before

That I loved, that I nursed in sickness
All the families crying when someone died
All the little babies gone before their time
All the ground that could cave in when dark midnight

Squishes under my feet scaring me to leave now
Before I take in my last deep breath of oxygen
Before my dogs are too far away to hear my whistle
I better go as it's the time for spirits to fly.


10/31/2005 2356 cj





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