tomorrow

church bells

a festival

a woman

singing

soul and flesh in

a single ecstasy

tapping at the window

a curious bird or

a friend coming by or

a branch in the wind?

stretched legs

from hips to toes

a woman

letting

go of tension

a turning ceiling fan

sweetness in the air   

a gift for us or

for some other species or

for sweetness itself?

a new coin tossed

shining in her hand

and dare she look

at fate in her palm?

at unplucked berries  

warm in the sun?

out-of-town news

[[ I am far from where I grew up and I am old enough that people are starting to die. I check the old hometown paper online for obituaries of anyone I might know. ]]

Been out of touch
with everyone for ages
ever since our changes came

Check the hometown news
obituary pages
just looking out for my name

Will it be me?
Will it be you?
Who'll feel the loss the worst?

Will it be you?
Will it be me?
Whose heart is going?
Whose heart is going to go first?

Look at their stories:
he fished weekends,
she was known to talk and cook.

Now surrounded by family,
surrounded by old friends,
all having one last good look.


Will it be me?
Will it be you?
Who feels the loss the worst?

Will it be you?
Will it be me?
Whose heart is going?
Whose heart is going to go first?