the wake
consumed, set free, summer season
commits to posterity or something.
cage this eagerness for dead leaves.
futures are bound as anticipation.
we celebrate dying with colors of fire.
how to bundle our toes and fingertips
will prevail against frostbite teeth bleached
white, crystal - that translucent corpse.
Photo/Poem © 2016 Rick Burnett Baker
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I love these pieces of yours that allude to death but just ooze with life.
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