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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