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The Zenith of Life
Flowers wilt, their colors fade to past tense
atop my grave. Animals wander
through the fragrance of chrysanthemums.
This is a new found equanimity
here in the sangfroid of my grave.
I am among the souls that wake day
and call night. Resting
beneath the blue arch, birds soar
upon our collective breath.
Soften your senses to see my reflection
in the corner of your eye, hear my laughter
through your children, or realize my caress
across your cheek from a breeze.
Leave sorrow for the hollow mirage it is.
Some days are cloud-filled but days continue
and I remain part of you.
~Dave Ruslander
Dave Ruslander lives in rural Virginia. True to the sweeping-generalization that southerners are slow, he didn't get around to writing until he was fifty. Since then he's written poetry, short stories, and one novel.
His work has been published in The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature, The Green Tricycle, Cenotaph Pocket Edition, Retrozine, Womensbeat, MiPo, and many other print
and digital publications. Email.
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