16 – AFTER

The taking down of party tents
graduation tents
wedding tents
tents in the wilds
tents in the back yards
rolling them up into bundles
not forgetting stakes, spikes, ropes.

This is the task of spirit strike.

The ceremonies soul
is thus roofless
and has no where
but wind and air
it leaves the place as it was.

Perhaps grass, trees, ants
remember, vaguely, the event.
That’s why tombstones are so heavy.
They hold the souls in coffins,
spirit ballast,
awaiting resurrection.

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About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... 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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