149
dark morning
the fine line between
a body & a corpse

149
dark morning
I can still see
the unspeakable

148
blackbirds on a wire
I wonder when I will
be called home

147
rain heavy again
and so I sit down
to revise my will

146
November acorn
I also am (nearly) ready
to be planted

145
death poem magic show
now you see me
now you. . .

144
leafless night
all that remains
of my beloved

143
Again and again, I am astonished by the freshness of J. Krishnamurti's understanding of life-and-death (from ON LIVING AND DYING):

"Actually, death is not something far away; it is here and now. It is here when you are talking, when you are enjoying yourself, when you are listening, when you are going to the office. It is here at every minute of life, just as love is. . . .

"The mind that is dying each minute, never accumulating, never gathering experience, is innocent, and is therefore in a constant state of love."

table for one
the odd feeling of
not being alone

142
deathbed
remember. . .
turn. . . the lights

141
last orange
I wish I'd learned to
taste it

140
what I can't see
my last breath
your in-breath

139
deathbed
the plans we had
for this weekend

138
death dream
screaming my way
back to life

137
night stand vase
just a single flower
wilts

136
my last day
to have the strength. . .
I love you

135
late autumn evening
not noticing the last cricket
has fallen silent

all night long
the last cricket's
silence

134
old book
the pages coming apart
words wander on

133
the view
not from 6 feet under but
6 miles high

132
cul de sac
this morning and my life sentence
have broken

131
woodsmoke
to be that evanescent
again

130
before too long
turning back into
a shapeshifter

129
lone goldfish
floating belly up
in starlight

128
drip drip drip . . .
someone comes in and
silence

127
last chapter
last scene
moonlight on the page

126
one way or another
I've got to go
t . . . i . . . m . . . b . . . e . . . r . . .

125
too tired to move
moonlight rescues
another firefly

124
morning star
lighting the way for
butterfly dreams

123
like a feather
holding my place
in your book

122
rain clouds gathering
I die with way too many
regrets

121
coyote tracks
I follow them to
the end of time

120
all I am
all I will be
stardust on a casket

119
packing for a trip
can't I take just one more thing
death does not negotiate

118
last meal?
what else does an old man eat. . .
oatmeal

117
hospital bed
just big enough for
the fetal position

116
any questions?
any answers?
death does not lie

115
compost pile
me again in
a billion years

114
it won't last
I won't last
new blue moon

113
flickering lamp post
a night that never ends
ends

112
now you see it
now you don't
spider silk in the wind

111
death
burying a lifetime
of mistakes

110
first rain last rain

109
someone wipes the night
from my eyes
. . . last breath

108
turn left, turn right
I can find my own way to
the cemetery, thank you

107
to believe
or not to believe. . .
hillside grass near my grave