Olivia Nicole Rogers
Back door swung open
Indigo floods the horizon
Never look back, not even once
Gulp down the breeze, a song, an
Ode to the hole in the porch.
Black top road to heaven
Is penetrated by potholes.
Noticing the ache of good years
God lets breathe in these bones as
Overhead sterile angels hum of “return.”
By her side
Is where some part of me always knew I’d end up.
No, it’s okay. You’ve done everything for me.
Goodbye,
Old girl.