~Death reminds me
of a certain summer day,
a mother's smile-

like a father
you've never known.

Like rain racing
down a foggy window pane,
or a child's pain passing
with a kiss.

Like:
just realizing
the butterfly's beautiful
purpose before
being hit
by a windshield.

Death is not
always black,
sometimes
it's blood red;
or just a mental
hesitation.

A hiccup
in the chasm of time.
A demise of
thought-
or

is it?

Just another invitation
for the stars
to fall with the rain,
to dance on your grave-
to wash away
the silver moon.

Until memories of
that one
summer day comes flooding
back to fill in that empty
six foot hole.




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