melvin was laid to rest on my front lawn
melvin was laid to rest on my front lawn
first, let me make it clear
that melvin and i never met
before today, this day
of unusual circumstances and
far too much heat for old men
though i expect he didn’t mind it
near as much as i did, out there
after eight o’clock, sun setting
and still hot enough for sweat
to bead up and roll down my back
i thought it was trash, and stooped
to clear a paper from the mower’s path
and there was melvin a. moore
kind, thoughtful face, and bald head
like me, so there was that instant bond
that hairless men reluctantly share
the breeze blew fitfully from the west
where the sky stretched a plume of smoke
from uncontrolled fires, flecks of ash
settling on my hands, on my shirt, on melvin
who looked up at me in quiet expectation
as though waiting for a final benediction
“God bless” i said to his picture, then
folded the last bit of his life
stuffed it in my back pocket and pushed
the mower right over his final resting place
About the Author
Jim Lewis is an internationally published poet, musician, and nurse practitioner. His poems have appeared online and in print in numerous journals from California to Nigeria to the UK. His first collection of poetry and photography “a clear day in october” is available on Amazon. A chapbook “every evening is december” is available at Praxis Magazine. To view more of his work click below.