A blush,
A flutter down,
A parting of the ways.
The trees in cherry beet
...
What a jumble lies within.
Sorrows and joys,
A tumble of
Ups and downs.
...
I worry about my next thought.
It is that black hole
I fear I will fall into
And then the groping
...
I finally arrived.
The crematorium.
The best damn tan
I ever had.
...