it's over

my father died at 9:30 a.m. EDT on 4/27/06, the day before my brother's birthday. he was clear to the end, refusing a ventilator or any attempt at resuscitation. he would have been 79 in June.

goodbye, dad. i'm glad you've finally found some peace.

e.e. cummings, #16

when god lets my body be

From each brave eye shall sprout a tree
fruit that dangles therefrom

the purpled world will dance upon
Between my lips which did sing

a rose shall beget the spring
that maidens whom passion wastes

will lay between their little breasts
My strong fingers beneath the snow

Into strenuous birds shall go
my love walking in the grass

their wings will touch with her face
and all the while shall my heart be

With the bulge and nuzzle of the sea