RDP Tuesday: BUCKET LISTDig a grave
fill a grave
by moonlight, by starlight, at dawn
I do not care
if it is raining or snowing or a hundred degrees in the shade
give me a spade, a shovel and a bunch of flowers to plop in the urn when I am done.
Haunt a house
draped in a soft white sheet
my hair in a braid
hanging to my waist like a severed noose, my fingertips torn and twisted
I will haunt my house, your house, the empty asylum
where all of the clocks stopped at midnight and the basement doors are nailed shut.
Take a long stroll in the darkness
on a road with no sidewalks
lined with elm trees and broken streetlights
houses with missing windows and weed chocked yards
where there will always be a car that breaks down
and the only other soul on that will be on that street beside the the driver is me
under the elm tree in the darkness on a street where nobody lives
I am sure that all the driver and I will be thinking about
is our bucket list.