The Elderly.

cover the elderly in flowers
and florals
and go ahead and give them their architecture

their hollowed fluted columns covered in vine
ivy vines and corinthian florets and vegetal
forms.

give them doors. closing and opening at their focus
and at their "remember the opening of
the memorial highway?" how they could now
borrow suzie's husband's pickup any old saturday
and be there in half the time

to the endless heaven of open marketplace
can buy anything there
in a peace of mind haven treehouse in the blood
jungles spilt nectar and flies all about

just let the elderly have the joy
infants get coming in
with comfy strollers and
expectant children. with colors
marketed to them and a shower thrown
when the date is set to celebrate
the going out, the deathday

it was not planned, but it was in course
so let the abandoned asphalt fill its cracks
with lemongrass and resilient roots

sing joy to every pillar in its rise or its fall
the presence marked until the marker's overgrown