three hundred sixty-odd days ago
and this
began to be the beginning
of the ending
a last laugh between life
and sleep
and life
one lovely sun-lit
wriggle on a leaf
before cocoon’s embrace
one more wonder
to sing before
night
asleep inside
to feel no pain
how long ’til morning’s light
’til fragile new wings lengthen
strengthen
gaining flight?
in twilight
you feel
nothing
at
all
