Visitor

She’s just a visitor

visiting my life

just for a moment

She’s just a visitor

visiting from over seas

out of town for today

She’s just passing through

passing on by

a passenger waving

She’s just passing through

traveling in distance

being parted by envelopes

She’s just an executor

beating the shield and drum

while carrying the cotton flag

She’s just an executor

with a job left undone

leaving behind a swallowed carcass

She’s just a discarder

not aligning mirrored reflections

or portraying evil sunsets

She’s just a discarder

from 80’s descent

with Grandma’s eyes

She’s just a visitor

with intentions unjust

and phallic fruit

She’s just a visitor

of the inevitable kind

attached to the transistor

© 2004 David Greg Harth

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