I talked to the air
in the room as if
no one was there no one
at all
go to hold the day
it slips off
before
you see it
go
a photo
the reminder
some green hill
you cannot for the life
of you see
that day we passed through
as if it were life
some green hill
some raspberry bush
some still life
talked to air
the dead having lost
all memory
still life in a box
I talk to air
you there I swear
I will at last
make something
of myself
you in mind
now and then
on the gravel
highway
in one car or another
I talk to air
some green hill
I will I swear
be some sort
of memory
~ Don Kerr
