Me and the Sues..

Soul Deposit

Por favor, paquete de la basura?

Leave no trace...
In lands far and near.
These were the words
I did not want
to hear

So much to dump
So much to throw
some of my past...
behind it must go.

My pack
so small and sleek
does not contain
this historic
fleet

life’s pounds,
of assorted weights
this pack
could never
appreciate.

So up we go.
My pack and I.
Into mountains
beyond
the eye

foreign
yet the same.
Looking for
my peak
to bury
life’s blame

to cast high
into raging winds
to be stripped
off like
some
stagnant sin

remnants of old
tattered and tweaked
strip off and fly
without even a peep...

I am left,
my tears
and years
for the southern
wind
to dry and cheer.

Paul Clifford & Dr. Suesse