Kick the Can Hard-Bucket List

I’ve kicked the damn bucket turned it upside down pieces of a lae fell out, yards of fabric hand-woven bright The spill was tremendous out came tinksa’s prayer flags singing bowls and melted glass from Pele Kneeling in the snow of winter, in I peer the bottom is not insight, wetness shimmers and seas call oil films on Northern lights Before me, before my time my Grandad played kick-the-can damn good idea as toe meets bucket, I howl perhaps, I will go see a polar bear! No regrets fill my bucket for I want mine full of colored bits of Lhasa windchimes from Bhutan Dented, by life marked, decorated hell morphed, I intend to rise on comet tails look for me in ashes on a wind in the H i m a l ayas Poet: Debbie Guzzi