"Yes" and I waited for the question.
I admit, it does not appear to matter now
what you need to know. There is not enough
time left to conceal anything worth concealing.
Luckily, the grass is still soft and green
in the yard and if God had intelligent designs
for today, my barefeet on cool ground, the signals
the bright white color of magnolias send
through my heart cells are proof enough-
the suggestion, I mean, of answering
questions of meaning before they are
even devised. Things that make you go:
hmm.
