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
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