At the Moment of Death
by Justin Evans


after Frank Stanford

Leaves cool with the dusk.

Dogs bark at growing shadow
or a stranger walking home
from work.

An old woman bottles fruit
fresh from the garden.

My cousin is laughs at a joke
his friend told him about a man
with a difficult wife.

Someone plays an upright piano
wondering when it was
they first heard this tune,
How long it took to learn,
What song will come next?

The traffic light changes from yellow to red,
but the river stays its course.

I am lying
beneath the library oak tree
waiting for a glimpse at
the apple of my eye.

The mayor's daughter sneaks out with her boyfriend.
LeRoy Jensen's son pulls the wings off Monarch butterflies.






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