to buddhists' widows

to buddhists' widows

"why am i awake today?"
, he thought. he caught
himself being so typical:
a finally born procrastinator
by birth - had a full head of hair,
& was making plans already for
events he was unlikely to attend.

"I'm depressed, let's face it."
which moments cursed him?
which questions inhibited him?
why was he tying his shoe
at a bus stop rather than
being trampled by the bus?
the crows laugh to themselves.

& in the end
he had to wait
his whole life
to write his
autobiography.