Surprise tulip,planted by a friend, flowering next to my medicine wheel.
End Comes
1/27/11
Whether this latest poetry book,
Heidi's grandmother Rose passing on,
Antoinette's ex-husband who's on verge,
America's fall from #1 status,
myriad marriage and relationship completions,
or job finish creating void,
we see finality most everyday,
the blossoming flower now withered
reminds disintegration forever at work,
yet, if recognizing cyclical nature
seed of potent new beginning
is formed by aging thoroughly,
a coming to full term
through birthing and dying process,
same coin just different sides
to ultimately make peace with,
then fully living space between
pouring ourselves into unique husk
leaves legacy when end comes.
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