Shapes
Life comes and goes
pet dog was big brother
thirteen short years
enter topsoil through shovel.
Life comes and goes
stargazing asking what careers
little did I know
you’d be t-boned in a couple years.
Life comes and goes
I wrote verse after you left
when we stopped harmonizing
and you went into cardiac arrest.
Life comes and goes
spoke on your porch and smiled
how was I to expect
midnight marauders would leave you defiled?
Life comes and goes
your attitude seemed unroutable
until a careless driver
left you lifeless and inaudible.
Life comes and goes
repetition is for the amateur poets
but I’m downtrodden by those coming, going
so I express rhythm for those who shaped my flowing.