so vividly I woke thinking
I’d actually found
a cemetery
the morning before
bulldozers came
I’d wandered among
the epitaphs
until convinced
if ordered right
they made poetic sense
I heaved and lugged
and heaved and lugged
exerting strength
determination
and stamina
I haven’t had
for some years now
to get those headstones ordered
and when I had I almost wept
at poetic treasure I had found
awed I pulled out my PDA
and tapped the lines into it
tapped until my battery ran out
I stared at the stones
stared at the PDA
ran home to get it charged again
it didn’t matter
when I returned
bulldozers had stripped
the stones and grass away
reporters clamored
for what was lost
but bulldozers don’t care
dump trucks don’t either
nor memories as empty
as my PDA’s and mine
waking was
such a shame
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