writing death-charged poetry
with little need
to search for signs,
for inspiration,
for it is abundant
and can take any form you like:

the mustard seed of parables
the gloss of autumn
a folding chair
a list of designations
anything that is brewed
verse jumping to memory
a quick appreciation of all that Jesus did
knowing that the lines should continue
an abstract painting
that finds a place in your soul to claw
fear
the shear numbers of morning glories possible
the fun of knowing that your philosophy
begins where other peoples end
an empty strip found in a fortune cookie
as it did last night.