Death
It's a shopping mall exit,
that we think is a short-cut.
A side-door
we have passed a thousand times
becomes a threshold.
Persons can abruptly disappear,
then the Universe
has to put them together again
from the smithereens of minor sins.
In our heart of hearts
we see our end
as an empty shopping cart
in a store on fire.
The chipmunk in the backyard
runs this way and that,
but the hawk in a nearby tree
knows that this day
is in fact
its last door.
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