333
through that portal
death and
whatever else

332
sun speckled dust
on the dresser, along the shelf
I am made of dust

331
indigo night
I follow the cricket's song
down down down

330
September night
a cricket's song
of no birth, no death

329
a single raindrop
in a single puddle
evaporating

329
you
have
ques
tions?

death
has

an
swers

328
my lips to
the fading rose
another petal falls

327
climb in the box
close the lid and
dream away

326
fluttering away
my past and
the rest of me

325
Indian summer day
not protesting
the dying of the light

324
more grass clippings
but but I'm not ready
to be mulched