maybe
more difficult
going down hill

one step
and rolling
gravity and momentum
finally
able to stop

grap
a deep breath
and
keep going
rolling
merrily along

a
front row seat
in terror land

animals
dot the highways
skeletal cars
drive past
with
busloads
of passengers

happy and singing
lets stop for a birch beer
carry a straw
in my side pocket

now
to get it
again
so
pull over
the voice
in the speaker
says

trees without leaves
working as a dust collector

a window filled with snow
cold air finding
clearance

i was going to
watch
the sunlight on
the avocados

you called then

there were shadows there
walking
leaving footprints

time to water

in the end you pay
cash it in
eyes locked shut
unable to see
anything
anymore
so
what’s important
now
then

have to die now
i
have to go

no choice
ultimately

played in
2 super
bowls
won a few
masters

will be
back
not to
worry

wrote a thesis
how
molecules
entertain

surprised
that
i met you
not
surprised that
i
live alone

i was
like that once

then evolved

became
more like
a small bird
or
horse
you could ride
around

time
and
the universe

seeds
turning
into trees

housing
for birds

centuries
quite a few
days

eating
waiting
for something
other
than this

something new
a
subspecies

water
and space

never
stop dreaming

waiting
for silence

***

there is music
being played
daily
rain that never stops
remembers
feels the water
knows
about
fire too

can
ride a rain
drop

two
one
none

if
i could
just
get thru
today

miss you
because
i know
you
are not here
anymore

makes me sad

poetry
should never
be
about death
like
who wants to
hear
about how you
are sitting in
a room
somewhere
dying