cadence

My heavy leather boots to the side,

Traffic, fumes, idiot music

Death itself far underground and given eternity

A dignity of stone, a couple of yards

Lawn maintained, names more than pasted on,

Etched carved rain eaten symbols 

The rope I brought for hammock fits well

I can leave the metal behind,

Travel lightly

I look forward to our platonic date

Us and plato 

We'll both share the tab,

Take and give compliments, maybe insults

I'll miss you when you're away

From sickness or using health to soar

There's no vow needed,

Already used my library card to make my wallet fat

Leftover box, box set, collector edition

In case a bit peckish later

When winter wants bones

When your hair keeps the florescent table human

When cadence measures each shot 

As if mattering mattered