No Need to Wait Longer
There was no need to wait
my uncle was in his concrete tomb
buried hours before
he waited too long
not that he would
not capable now of the most simple wish
not the choice of jacket or work shirt
not which pictures of his grandchildren to lie with
not which carnation or rose to smell for eternity.
My ear was mine.
I shopped diligently:
price, skill, selection—
for the right hands to
pierce my ear
while I still had time to enjoy it.
Published in Pearl, Spring/Summer 2004