i walked down
the street
silently cussing to
myself
as i did when
i learned of my own
terminal
cancer.
the situation is not
hopeless, but there is
no hope in this
world.
holy dushka.
angel dushka.
don’t be
afraid.
what is coming
is as natural as
raindrops
blessing all they
touch with the
generosity of
angels.
time & space no
longer matter.
never
did.
with open arms
you are welcomed
into the
bigness
where kindness is
light & all
that matters is your
heart.