Diana Darby ** "I V" ** Intravenous

Bones Against Bones

Stop
and sway with me.
Old age waits
like a runaway horse
headed for the barn.
I need you
and the glory of a Sunday
on the beach
one more time.
Yesterday,
the deer was on the hill
eating leaves and branches.
She stood over C.C.’s grave
and whispered in his ear.
Bones against bones.
I swear I heard him answer.