Small Towns Burn A Little Slower It's A Death Curse
In loving memory of joseph felix o'brian
Dying midwestern like a black and white movie
On the shore, carved by the mississippi, and the st. croix
This park bench commemorates the love for marion L
"an unfailing prize far beyond her weight in pearls"
To all who knew her
Underground springs that replenish themselves
The history trickles down through the pebbles and stone
Carefully floating out to sea
Through the plains of a nation
Jackson meadows gives birth to a new way of life
White houses and black roofs
Rooms that appear to be empty
But are filled with imagination
Picture your love
Inhabiting this lonely chair
This is where they come to die
And the first place they've really lived
Frayed photos of riverboats with rolling smoke
Barges that carry this year's crop
These letters fleeting
Read in whispers on rainy days
The message remains
Lingers on lips, and sleeps in the lines on our face
Ready to be awoken on our departure