Still Early Days for Dying

Got your pills in your pocket.
Put the coat in the closet.
It’s a sun-warmed afternoon
In a disarmed winter way.

Drive the car up the back road.
Pull aside in the straw grass.
Admire the tatty snow.

Wind is ruffling the cliffs,
And a raven comments.
One juniper tries an off-green.

Take your prescription as directed.
Hope your stomach isn’t upset.
Savor the absurdity
Of empty road and passing jet.