No   I was wrong   There is a beginning and there is an end

Eternal time is now and never


Ask your (dead) parents

Your carry-all is gone


Your black cat has a fatal condition

Your best friend isn’t any more


What is expected of when day is fogwhite

Absolute quiet on this side of glass


Late spring cold   ground no pickax can penetrate

Each mistake left its scar


Nothing is expected of you

Nothing is


No   That is wrong   Now is

all that is


The oriole and the mourning doves

have returned