Professional Mourner

One match left
the ease of breathing
lets go
the ease of being
other than the wind
puckers and inhales
the grave of winter buckles
I am one professional mourner
of the buried season
deep in its grave
unrecognized. risen.
I am one professional inhaler
of empty air
heavy with nothing
prickling my legs
as I swing.

Ap 6, 2010