I feel . . .
I feel life
I feel loss

don’t know death
so can’t feel it

I saw bright flowers,
picked blue berries,
(a mixing bowl full)

visited my VA doctor
ordered a creamy breve,
served by a sensuous woman.

walked around the garden
ate a few cherry tomatoes
looked at the dogwood tree,

a living memorial to life
here breathing with us all,
gifted by two dear friends.

The vines, shades of green,
on high geometric frames
designed to be liftoff wings

honeysuckle, akebia 
chocolate and vanilla,
ornamental grape vines.

Got word 
that a human death
is close at hand

looked at the leaf pile
and thought out loud
leaves everywhere

leaves come and go
change is constant
life is death is life