FLANEUR’S CREMATION by Jack Peachum

Put  a hat on my head– soft gray felt–

 a red silk tie– my black shoes polished and shined.

Let the flame lick at the hatbrim, consume the crown,

let the fire loosen my tie, wear out my shoes–

thus, I stroll by shop windows where angels peer out.

On Paradise Boulevard they’ll stop to look,

someone will turn and whisper,

“He writes very brief– very literate– little poems.”

JACK PEACHUM