Who knows?

The Hurrying

Some say it is like going to sleep
eyes closed, dreams approaching
like a warm summer evening
soft breeze blowing, sun fading
like a flower opening for the first time
only to close again
but maybe it is the salmon swimming upstream
until hooked on the bear’s sharp claws
a lobster dropped into boiling water
attempting to climb from the pot
or bawling calves running down the chutes
before the sledgehammer connects
like the gazelle fleeing from the lion
or an old man dying in bed, legs twitching…
little wonder they hurry
for the dead travel fast.

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Author: compasionatecritiques

Michael Eaton Bio Grew up in Littlefield TX and ran around with Waylon Jennings little brother. In high school lived and worked in a funeral home. First came to Austin in 1960 to attend UT. One year later enlisted in the Army. After serving came back to Austin and managed the Texas Theatre on the Drag. Was there when Whitman went on his killing spree from the Tower. Before completing school, decided to go to San Francisco State University. Moved there, and became a hippie living in a commune until graduation with a Masters in Creative Writing. Then came back to Austin and became partners in a stained glass studio, a business in which my eldest son is still involved in Houston. After two more children arrived, needed to make more money and became a new home salesman. Now retired. Recently have just completed conducting two poetry classes in assisted living centers for the elderly in Austin and Wimberley. I write poetry to stay sane in a sometimes insane world.

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