The short drive to the cemetery
Remembered by very few
At my best, at my best
The best that I could do

My sins die with me
And my proclivities
Charleston at night
Wind in willow trees

Monterrey with my children
Tidal pools on the beach
Once I was a teacher
But now I have nothing to teach

Vienna in the snow
San Francisco Zen
Reno far below
3710

        I die and disappear
                 But when?