(Just Visiting)

I want my time back

in the ground, growing, here

take it. The leaves, the fruit and the grass.

Lay me open

and take this heart. Put it beating on a table

for high schoolers to dissect.

Render the fat from me

and mix it with ashes. Give soap

to the homeless, and to the rich.

Plow me into fields.

For my eternity, take whatever grows.

It was never mine.