Bundles

I have thought of beaches, fields,

Tears, laughter.

I have thought of homes put up—

And blown away.

I have thought of meetings and for

Every meeting a good-by.

I have thought of stars going alone,

Orioles in pairs, sunsets in blundering

Wistful deaths.

I have wanted to let go and cross over

To a next star, a last star.

I have asked to be left a few tears

And some laughter.