WHAT IS A NAME?
Is it just a label for a box of skin and bones
And once the box goes, it goes
Flying in the wind like a cotton boll
Sometimes a worn-out nameplate at the door of a
dilapidated house
Or hiding beneath the dandelions growing on the
tombstone
Some scribbled signatures in moth eaten books of a rusty
bookshelf
A stack of yellowed envelopes on the rickety table
A struck-out column in a register
A lingering fragrance crawling in a dementia ridden brain
An album of memories…
387