reborn into the confluence
one day I won’t be a burden
spoken about on rare occasions
about hummingbird feeders
the old convertible in the garage
some stories will be harsh
others fatally funny
near death experiences retold
—the runaway character
the recluse looking down upon the sea
I never expressed final wishes
but once imagined being a tree
planted along the cedar
just as she succumbs to the iowa
april two thousand twenty-four
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jdubqca 
intrigued by “just as she succumbs to the iowa”.
~ from one river into another
Thank you, will ponder upon that further.