A Desirable Location
the dead dug themselves up
from the graveyard
moved their housing
over the nearby hill
so they’d have a view
out beyond the cliff
to where sea winds
lift waves high above
grey-white cliffs
the dead buried themselves
deep under the warmth
of poppies and columbine
dandelions and vetch
peered through blossoms
caught the scent of salt-water
danced through moonlit nights
with the taste of nectar
tickling their finger bones
Joanna M Weston. Married; has two cats, multiple spiders, a herd of deer, and two derelict hen-houses. Her middle-reader, Those Blue Shoes, published by Clarity House Press; and poetry, A Summer Father, published by Frontenac House of Calgary. Her eBook, The Willow Tree Girl at her blog: 1960willowtree.wordpress.com/