Our Backyard

Matter is indestructible.

If I went back to my old backyard and dug it up,

I would find Daddio.

Daddio is plastic so Daddio didn’t decompose.

He’s still in that backyard,

two miracles and a life short of sainthood.

Buried.

The backyard is more real than real estate

The backyard is also the subconscious.

Everyone has a backyard.

Daddio is one of millions

of memories

that lurk in my backyard.

Everyone, everything and every thought

ever is in all backyards.

Daddio is everywhere.

In the backyard of everyone

reading these words.

Always been there

Everything in the backyard is trying to come to the surface,

to get back into memory,

to be unearthed,

discovered,

remembered,

analyzed,

misunderstood,

turned into an idea

an elaboration

a formulation

a realization

an inspiration……

Roy Face

Fake Elton John

One of My Childhood Burials

Michelle LeCarte

Linda Lipstick

They all made it to the surface yesterday

because Daddio came to the surface and elevated them with him.

They connected.

They ascended.

Happens everyday to all of us all the time.

Occasionally we write it down 

or play it on a trombone

or dance in the moonlight all alone