I feel . . .
I feel life
I feel loss

don't know death
so can't feel it
today

I saw bright flowers,
picked blue berries,
(a mixing bowl full)

visited my VA doctor
ordered a creamy breve,
served by a sensuous woman.

walked around the garden
ate a few cherry tomatoes
looked at the dogwood tree,

a living memorial to life
here breathing with us all,
gifted by two dear friends.

The vines, shades of green,
on high geometric frames
designed to be lift-off wings

for 
honeysuckle, akebia 
chocolate and vanilla,
an ornamental grape vine.

Got word 
that a human death
is close at hand

looked at the leaf pile
and thought out loud
leaves everywhere

leaves come and go
change is constant
life is death is life

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