I, like another poet, exist
on the jagged edge
of life - yes -
but I will appreciate
what and whom
I can
while I can.
Birdsong and tea fill my morning.
The transient nature of this life
has been too much
for me.
Yet, still
I write poems -
drink my morning tea -
experience gratitude
for many blessings -
for everyone who has cared for me.
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