The End.
Apr 11, 2022
Poem
I see myself on the side of a mountain welding a pair of clippers, spending the last of my days trimming the leaves and branches of a bonsai. My bald head shining in the sun, my youthful red beard aged to a big glowing pile of white hair, my feet dressed in coffee brown sandals, my body clothed in thick linen shirts and pants as I tend to the garden each morning.
