November

If I can’t save us



then let me feel you

happy and safe 

under my chin. 



If this will drown 

or burn 



then let us drink starlight

nap under trees

sing on beaches—



the morning rush to sit indoors

what, again? 



If we are dying



then let me rip open

and bleed Love,

spill it, spend it

see how much 

there is



the reward for misers is 

what, again? 



If this life is ending



then let me begin 

a new one