399
death poem
putting it down
gently

398
just like that
I close my eyes
and dissolve

397
my niece wants to know
where to return
the gift of life

396
faster
than a speeding bullet
the grim reaper

395
called home
by a crow
with one eye

394
morning headache--
all that remains
of my death dream

393
uncooked tofu
dad never asked me
where I want to be buried

    ~ after Fay Aoyagi

392
at the end
her small hand
in mine

391
not yet
on the calendar
my leave-taking