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I'm afraid i'll die
with something to say
maybe on the floor
or maybe worse
drugged and bedded
in a stark beige room
where death is routine
unable to say i'm afraid
instead of with coffee
dropping my pen on the porch
or better yet in the aster field
brightening with dew
beaded with daybreak
birds flashing in the briars
or scattered there at least
as my daughter is scattered
windblown and atomic
climbing the ladders of sunrise
soluble and covalent
at the top of the watershed
moving toward the sea
she with her head start
merging with everything
all the great and small deaths
reduced to the elements
geologic and everlasting and mute
but fabulous in how we combine.
