ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS
Sequence: 3
8/10/08
the worrying approaches of a hurricane or a birthday
in extreme middle age dignity proposes giving up
I have received a post-frantic signal
from the world in which I have enclosed myself
time to give back my actions near and far
to the roundness of the seasons who stay
inside the distances of their cornfields
two steps: two yards the length of my height
as the breeze fails the dust settles
the red sun is calming down there is plenty of
time to give back my ashes near and far