Poetry by Michelle

Providence Crematorium
Penticton, B.C.

A small building
with a tall slim smokestack
sits beside the lake
bike path behind it
cemetery behind that

prime real estate
given over to the business of dying

but for the sign
you’d think they were
smoking fish

when I ride past on my bike
and see the haze
above the smokestack
I cringe at the idea
that I will smell death –
inhale it with the fresh
autumn air
in which everything today
feels so alive

but death doesn’t smell

it gives no sign of its presence
except for the wisp of warm air
I ride through
for but an instant

like a hand upon my arm.
— Michelle Barker, First published online in Autumn Sky Poetry (www.autumnskypoetry.com) Issue 17

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