NPM – 28 of 30

Here’s another little poem I wrote while in Taos about the ‘shuttle’ drive from Albuquerque to Taos.

This is a True Story

Larry liked to talk of death
whether he realized it or not
he had many anecdotes about it

there was the boulder that
crashed down a mountain
into a Greyhound bus traveling
the two-lane road, killing
some of the passengers
the boulder so big, they left it
where it landed
split in two, one part on the side
of the road, the other part
in the Rio Grande

there was the drug deaths in Espanola
young girls and boys who overdosed

his own stories of near death
from being in the mining accident
that almost cost him his legs
to the car crash that killed his brother

as we neared Taos, with the gorge
to our left, he told of
the girls who had jumped from the bridge
he asked why I thought they did that
I was too busy counting up the scenarios
he had already illustrated of tragic deaths

he had no way of knowing of my recent experiences
no reason to believe that grief would be
at my very surface
but this is how I walk the earth for now
one part in celebration, spirited
one part in mourning spirits


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