To Pass On

To Pass On
by Snide Gary (a.k.a. Me)

It’s never right
never the same twice
never the same slice
of silence

Jennifer had golden hair
often laced, in spring, with
pointed yellow petals
she was, to the land, and us,
a star tulip

But now, she’s a thought
crusted & dry in need
of wine and more silence

The task is not pleasant
between moments

I need tools — and education
as to their proper use