death,

I know it now as fear and welcome, mix
with heart twinge, rapid pulse. complete sense
of the imminent. now stand back    versus prophecy

imagination.  any/way- get thru death
thru life and     work
the imagination to its

simple blossom, beautiful and spontaneous, existing
to be recognized.

otherwise, I walk older, in 
the countdown.  you, I think, can never live or do enough.

regret. a blossom dark - its other side.