Thursday, December 9, 2010

Free Ride

Image borrowed from Yahoo

Free Ride

Mother’s headstone seems so small
and insignificant, so alone beneath
the Sea Tac flight paths,
but I do adore the fact
that she can grab a free ride
a hundred times a day, rocketing
from death’s dominion to Phoenix
to warm her beautiful bones.

Glenn Buttkus

Would you like the Author to read this poem to you?

December 2010


Tess Kincaid said...

I know your mother is smiling, Glenn. I am, too. It was a joy to hear you read it.

Jannie Funster said...



Lynne Rees said...

Glen, this is lovely, particularly the last line. And there's an irony in the title that's both funny and moving. Thank you for posting this.