old film
a dog sleeping on my arm
"What's in the box?"
© Rachel Green September 2024
I'm not afraid of death
I just don't want to leave all my goods
for folk to paw through, discard, argue about.
I'd be ruthless in my death cleaning
if I knew when I was going;
if I knew I'd never paint again;
read again, do martial arts again.
There are boxes of games in the loft
that will never see the light of day;
books, paintings, art supplies.
If it's up there, I probably don't need it:
Just a computer, a dog and someone to hold
when the Reaper makes an appointment.
© Rachel Green September 2024
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