Go
ahead, dig
another
Erie Canal.
Bury
weapons
beneath
a white pine.
Paddle
back to the village
in
a canoe full of fish.
Chauffeur
your daughter's new trophy -
a
bowling pin - proudly
around
town in your Prius.
Do
whatever you do to be in your life.
And
if you let your life be a metaphor
for
what it means to be human,
then
maybe you won’t need a wake to tell you
you've
labored like an angel to be alive.
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