Mugtoe
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We took off Wednesday for Thanksgiving with the in-laws in Wisconsin. I'm probably twenty pounds heavier tonight.
I took a walk Thursday morning down to the Wisconsin river and through a cemetery on the way and came upon this open grave.

The graveyard and the small wooded point of land jutting out into the river beyond it make for a nice walk, though the wind was blowin me to parchment.




freeze-dried face, no fear of heights
an inner river stilled, a struggle stifled
plucking pine cones from the treetops
roadside, the passing traffic all in haste
drawing worries to itself
leeching sorrows from my cells








This guy died at age 92 in 1901. Dayum.

I created an entire story in my head with this one. Here lies a mother and father and their eighteen year-old son who was "The greatest linesman ever to play football for Mosinee High School."
I wondered about the life of this couple as they grew old with the memory of their son, who died in 1960 as his life was just beginning. I saw no sign of any other relatives. Maybe he was really Superman.

A dog ran out to bark at me, then stopped.
He turned back to chase a squirrel, but repeatedly lost interest, even though the squirred was stunned by terror and couldn't seem to maintain his hold on the trees but kept falling back in front of the dog, helpless and paralyzed in a fevered dream I had as a small child acted out in front of me now.
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