Elegy For Jim Cody

Jim died in a wreck
ejected from
his pick-up truck

at an intersection.
He hung on
for a few days,

his poetry
piling up
in his mind,

the poetry
pacing back and forth
with no where to go.

The poems
became entangled
with each other,

lines from one poem
lost in
another poem,

stanzas became titles,
periods stopped us
in our tracks.

I could see the poetry
way off
on the horizon.

I saw Jim
push
the words aside.