806 UNLESS…. 12-5-18

we die together,

perhaps in the freak derailment
of our city bound train
rushing to see
Rockefeller’s Tree
in some epidemic
spawned by too much ebola
in the romaine,


one of us,
made widower or widow
by an inevitable,
must stand up,


to the sorrow of knowing
our beloved morning snuggle
and our struggle
to squeeze in just
one more minute
under the warm quilt,

(made an all the more alluring
by our bodies
fueling the fire within us
by simply laying still
and feeling what might
be coming next…)

is no more.

by a molten memory in muscle and mind,
always burning,
always unquenchable,
mornings awakening
becoming the menace
in last nights darkness.


to pray for the boon of

a passing plague
a crack in a track

to fling us into faiths


About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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