390
my death, your death
the same river
runs through it
389
the porch light goes out
and so will i
388
waiting to be
called home
some pigeons
& me
387
whispering
I invite the ladybug
to my funeral
386
false moon
showing up in my head
to my own funeral
385
drainpipe drip
fewer days remain
than I've lived
384
whether I live
or die
scudding clouds
383
grand canyon
I already know
I'm on shaky ground
382
glancing at
green lights clear to
the end of the road
