Death, My Sister, & Me...

Death, My Sister, & Me...
~for Angie, who I Called Angel

Yesterday I pulled to the shoulder
of the country highway to allow
a funeral procession of vehicles
the respectful right-of-way as they
traveled north & I south. All

the traffic made room, we all know
about death & recognize it is for each
of us. We are marked by its brand
& try to refuse such ownership.

My body is a mere rental, soon
I’ll be vacating it as did my sister
today giving up hers & making us

all grin because she was always
the joker & pulled her getaway
on of all days, April Fool’s.

04/01/11

(Art & Poetry © 2011 by j. m. Scoville)