Perennially Wilted

Fourth day in.
Drive down the same street,
see the same blank faces a blur.
The same puff clouds hang above
Shining rays dripping over the same blades.

Sea of green glistening above
Decrepit corpses below
No stones to mark,

Just

Blooming colors.
Bouquets of sorts
so that every blurry face unknown can
Celebrate
Breathe in
Walk amongst these lives
now wilted to crumbling ash piles in their eternal oak beds.

Driving too fast to stop and smell them
I want jump!
Roll out into that grass bed
Sniff all those lives
See what they saw
Hear what they heard
Believe in their dreams no longer tangible
Forever More
Just a dream.

Floating.

Hanging.

In the tickling breeze.

I want to dig into the dirt
Their matter creeping into my cuticles
Flowing through my veins with their lives’ worth of

Only wisdom

and

Fertilizer brains.

Mistakes are merely illusions as knowledge can be weakening,
Stiffening the muscles beyond routine’s ventures.