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I must admit
I look forward to it
The way one might look forward
To a trip to Europe
Or a Mediterranean cruise.
Like anybody I’d like to avoid
A loss of dignity, talking ragtime
Shitting my pants.
So I hope it will be quick:
Climb on the train,
Board the plane,
Walk up the gangplank.
Outta here.
Then what? That’s the big question.
Human, bird, butterfly or tree?
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The day I die
There’ll be a scandal
Involving sex and a politician.
A skirmish in a foreign land.
In other words
An ordinary day.
A burst bubble.
A fallen leaf.
A newspaper left behind in the subway.
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Oh, beautiful death from the sky!
Please, do not strike me
Or my dark tree.
Copyright 2022 Elizabeth Romero
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The question that never stops but we keep breathing, so another day……
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Yes, the big question.
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I love this. With the chemo, there thoughts come up. Not morbid, just wondering about next steps
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