Preparations

She is preparing for death

Project, errand, a slow uncoiling of sorrow

Etching into her old bones

Love falls away in ashes

Let little by little through the cracks in ones fingers

Every sunset is a reminder of encroaching dark permanence

However many candles, lamps, incandescent are set out

And she is alone

Exhausted, terrified of questions that are already emphatically answered

Time is never a friend, less now more than ever

An ancestor, visiting on delicate wings of butterflies

Birds flitting small through the summer heat

Comfort fleeting

As she weeps solitary

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