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just this once death bites its tongue

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death has the last word christmas day

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if I must die

then I want to fall

into the sky 

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poetry reading
showing up unannounced
death

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inside the rose

brailling my way

to that last breath

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November sun
I've signed up for the pre-death
butterfly dance lesson

    ~ after Santoka

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nearing 59
I leave the cemetery gate
ajar