Beyond the Pacific

Beyond this berm
an unknown universe
sputtering
toward comprehension
bordering on romance.

The finite cycle of life
and all its cousin corollaries
stretch on a single wave.

At my Funeral

At your funeral, my husband said as we drove to the doctor, I'll share
your writings with everyone. If they show up at your funeral, they have known you. I plan on saying a few words then, but will encourage them to read your stories slowly and often if they wish to hear your thoughts.


My thoughts in my words? Words are invented. We'll celebrate our fiftieth next July. You know me from my deeds. You know more of me than anyone else.