graduation

my leg is a rotting log and i am stumps

i am stumps which are crawling with the little maggots

the little white slimy maggots which are crawling under my skin

there are swans all around me 

but they are blind 

or i am invisible 

and i don't know which

i say goodbye and yet i find myself thinking about you again

i think about you in the weeping willow

singing a song of emotions that i do not know

i wonder if given the opportunity