When I am dying I will breathe in triplets.
as in the tatted walls of Canyon de Chelly
Smiling, laughter, and chuckling out of breath
Will you rain for me?
Oh, the decision it must have been
Roses are red,
I’m not as sad about your dying.
There’s no need to make you cry baby
The guilt I carry
Coloring, exclaiming of Mickey,
This one’s loquacious
Our ICU has over 100 beds.
I walked with them for miles
I didn’t know if I should wake him
Up in the hills on a fine spring day
Suddenly, I wake up
Here, in the sea-salt prairie ocean
He needs antibiotics,
Can’t you stop?
Poem and drawing
I was once afraid of Death.
I know there’s something wrong this time.
A drop hitting water