Simple

By Evan Wilson

For Carter

How simple and sweet when alive
The way the street busies at five
The working class honey combed hive
The prices that fly up and dive

The in and out motion of breath
The life that is born from a death
A child named Bill or a Beth
Who loves to death Suzy and Seth

The comfort of staying right here
Of having another last beer
The headlights that catch the old deer
The glaring dark brightness of fear

A simple gift meant to keep giving
The fight and the easy forgiving
The simple sweet act of just living
The simple sweet act of just living