Shawn L. Bird

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poem-should it be that way? May 10, 2019

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:23 pm
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It was a suicide.

Two weeks have passed.

“The funeral is today.

Or. Not a funeral.  A celebration of life.”

Matter-of-fact voice.

How many times had intention

shown him this path?

That prescription the only protection

against this road.

“Would you like me to come with you?”

Translation:

Let me watch you in this crowd.

See if I can read your mind.

“No. I’m going to stand. It’ll be crowded.”

Did he know,

so many people would want to be there?

Did he know,

so many people cared?

Or was he counting on them,

covering for him when

he wasn’t there?

Two paths forking off this road,

wives watching the journey,

or buried by it.

 

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poem-winding January 6, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:44 am
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The vehicles wind along the highway

a immobile caterpillar

stalled by a moment

when the physics of motion, energy, and force

spun unfortunates into each other’s path

with a crash

that froze the goings

and made everyone in the long line

contemplate mortality.

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The stretch of the TransCanada Highway between Sicamous and Salmon Arm is a frequent site of accidents.  I usually count on having to detour from work 3 times each winter.  Today was the third, and there are 2 months of winter left.  Our thoughts are with those who were involved in the accident, and medi-vacced out.

 

 
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