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rare June rain
I was all ready to complain, then
realized I'm alive

305
you don't have to
be dead to enjoy it
cemetery stillness

304
sea shell
I too could be buried
for a billion years

303
under a red sky
the last traces of woodsmoke
disappear

302
death meditation
the last breath
doesn't count

301
flowering weed
can't I just slip through
that crack in the concrete

300
loud thunder
I hold my breath
death does the same

299
today
those circling vultures
can fly me home

298
no bluer sky this dying day

297
one foot in the grave
one foot in
Father's Day

296
imagine
casket
there's no heaven
lowered
I wonder if you can
into the ground

295
I will lay me down
where the butterfly stops
Father's Day

294
sorting through
the tin of rusted nails
last will & testament