Mr. Wade died today
With a rabbit on his brain
And a green light beaming
Through his pale, blue eyes.
Mr. Wade died today
With his wife in the kitchen
Banging dishes, singing hymns
A smile of grace, in her place
Mr. Wade died today
His kids chasing glory,
Playing war in the yard
Screeching “bang” and “crash”
Mr. Wade died today
His Olds left in neutral
Drifting toward his shed
Near the blossoms, at the edge
Mr Wade died today
With a cool breeze blowing
Through his long straw hair
Over his cheeks, down his chin
Bound up tight to his
Automatic tie rack, a hint
Of gimlet on his tongue, a faint
Grin for his dry lips, just a
little
With his wife in the kitchen
His kids in the yard
His car drifting to an edge
His green light beaming
His fault in his dream.
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