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September 22, 2015
By codyabenbow PLATINUM, Kailua Kona, Hawaii
codyabenbow PLATINUM, Kailua Kona, Hawaii
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Death seems so kind on a summer day.

As summer yawns one last heat wave alive

I watch the pallid clouds seep through the clearness

Of the sky like a snowfall at night. The time

Is ripe for poetry says the poet in my mind.

But I just hear death in the corners of my mind.

I walk into a graveyard just to clear

My faded head— just to spend the failing day

In the place I feel most alive.

And when I come at a certain time,

Perhaps, say, at that critical time

Between sunset and mid-day,

I can read each shadowless name with a clearness

That echoes hallowed and dense in my mind,

As if those echoes make those souls alive

Again, as if reading each of those lives

Lets them linger in life for some time

Even if it only be in in my mind.

Death seems so kind on a summer day.

Those stretched out hours of utter clearness

That canvass my thoughts in the cleared-

Out spaces where those stones keep all day

A clenching hold over me. The dead saturate my mind

Like the sun swallows the shadows. I leave each time

Having never felt so sad but so happy to be alive.

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