I could have been an archeologist
on that rainy grade school day
back in May
of 1996 or so.
But it rained.
So we stayed inside.
And never went outside
to try that real, hands on work.
So now I dig –
I’m a gravedigger now.
I spend my days in shadowed holes
and nights alone with dreams of old.
But I find treasures in the night –
silver skulls I un-turn
still smile in the pale moonlight.
I’d like to smile back.
But my smile’s somewhere lost
on that rainy school day back in May.