Immortality
I write to become immortal.
Words never die;
they persevere
despite the death of their authors,
the death of their muses,
the death of their readers.
Words never die.
I weave words into baskets
To carry memories of apple-picking, child-bathing, life-having
Down the hilly but paved trail to my posterity.
This fleshy box of ideas will not be here for long
So I write to become immortal.
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