This Mortality
This mortality muck
––and time, that passes so swiftly and the dire
sentimentality of it all:
people dying, even
friends
––am I supposed to be next, already?
This swarmy autumn leaf thing.
When Grail died, after seventy two years together
Betty said, over Bridge, to her friend,
“It happens.”
So move on
and go; giddy up and as they say,
it does go fast.
Let’s bring out the popcorn
and the popcorn maker.
Let it go where it will all over the new carpet,
Watch out for the stains.