As if I weren’t
already
paying
enough
attention
Life
tapped me
once more
on the shoulder.
“Pay
attention,
dammit,
You’re dying
one day
at a time.”
And I paid
attention,
and more,
and the sun was shining,
and the air crisp
golden, fallen leaves
encircled
a barren tree
and it was
almost like
I wasn’t
dying
at all.