At Burbank Farm - Karl W. Frederick

[Larry Robinson]

At Burbank Farm

At the end of the evening
when shadows slip back 
into the surrounding trees, and 
all but the owls settle in for the night
I walk the narrow paths among buildings
their apartments glowing

I muse about long lives
the delights and sorrows of history 
beyond reach, save for memory

Nightly perambulations
weave bonds of unspoken connection
your untold stories with mine

The air is thick with satisfactions, regrets
the smoke of old calendars
and the scent of hopes that linger

Who do we understand ourselves to be
who have given what we had to time
and now ask little, beyond a gentle passage

Walk with me tonight
Allow a silent knowing to arise
as your feet touch the ground with reverence

We are part of everything
All of us
No exceptions

Now, the work . . . bring it home
Say Thank you to a puzzled neighbor
and the dandelions below your window

Please, don’t take your home 
or your life for granted
Sleep softly on this hallowed ground
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	- Karl W. Frederick
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