bones

lay my back bone
bleached white
beneath a waterfall
to be rubbed scrubbed
by endless
weight of water
into tiny
marble-stones

set my feet upon the road
and let them wander

wash out the jelly
memories
from my head
and place my skull
in tree roots
to become a home
for little thoughts

then set my feet upon the road
and let them go

place an arm and hand
protruding from the earth
and pointing homeward
when the wind blows
from a distance it will seem
I wave goodbye

now set my feet upon the road
it’s time to let me go

Jim Bennett

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