Tower of Bones

A parade seen

from the perspective

above the clavicles of a king among men;

or lengthy fields of bluebonnets,

or guitarists on stage.

He counted train cars aloud to me as they passed.

Now as I stand at ground level

and watch his funeral procession go by,

I long to once more

climb that tower of bones,

to view the majesty

of this life's moment

while perched atop my father’s shoulders.

© Imbler, 2018