Cap

Driving

'cross a land too cold

for deer and antelope to play

while lavender wraps its way

around the endless sky

and cattle wade grey

across the frozen waller

I-spy-a-buffalo

walking

Winter hangs shaggy

on weedy limbs as the

once-might creature

nods

his broad-horned head

to the steel-carcassed

woman flying past

The soft whir of re-

conditioned heat echoes

Son's aftershave (sweet)

Daughter's tears (savory)

and

the sound of

My angel

his hand still warm against the cheek

You're always here

his voice still free in the air

Smiling that sweet smile

but

that was Friday

the blinding sun of a December morning

today

tonight

Death

mottles the man's long legs

(Shiny from the tender press of love and lotion)

into marble members

strong enough to carry him

walking

in a circle

to the next life