from when once i ran with the wind chasing
the deer, climbing the trees to see what my
friends perched on limbs could see, i now
walk gingerly, mine eyes squint to see the
colors of seasons, my body becoming frail
so when i lay my body down to rest for all
eternity, i wish to lay it in the snow or in
a winter’s day, so that when it turns cold,
it won’t know warm blood once flowed
within, anymore
that when they find and lift it from the cold
the last of its warmth will leave an imprint in
the snow for those who knew me and will
remember me, when young and stupid, then
hopefully, wiser and kinder when old
