THE SWEET SMELL OF WOOD

As I stared down at corn flakes that filled my round
Bowl

I did not know how to remove the

Deep and sharp wood that festered within my
Soul.

An angel outside was playing a sweet harp.

This happened many years ago

But it seems but a day or so.

Now it is time for that long and deep sleep

Away from this life that we want to keep.

Eat that

Final pie

And tell

All Goodbye!