At approximately 4:45 in the afternoon
the wind
blew into the window, into the house, the room,
and several pages of loose papers
were strewn about
Similar to
leaves around the sidewalk
And I now
into the house
door closed behind me
and
exhale
Collapse into the ephemeral
It is so very quiet
I poured myself a glass of wine
and
sat looking out at the lovely yard
for
the rest of eternity
Joined by my dog
you would yes
really like the dog
His panting is supreme
And that is
indeed
the story of my life
as
told
from
an imagined
heaven
Things strewn about
perhaps
haphazardly
and
yet
it all looks so enticing
so
remarkable
so
unspeakably
great
Enjoyi n g your musings.,.