If I Die First... If I die first, gather the lost years with the late September apples. At sunset ghost me beside you on the steps to watch the tangerine-lavender clouds turn gray. Go on, go on.
If you die first, the sheets as cold as fish, the dogs whimpering their loneliness each morning, the old walls cracking the silence— I’ll lay your ashes on top of the hill where the sky begins. "Home in Wartime"