Mrs. Butterworth is standing on her head.
Not about being last,
a sigh could be at either one.
No one expects
the ninth batter to get a hit.
When a body heals,
what do you think happens?
A mind is already on the way.
Turning this last page;
anything is possible.
A sputtering coast up to gas pumps.
Colors and fluttered falling in sweeping wind.
One leads into another
though cannot see where one ends
and another begins.
Sometimes explosions.
Sometimes in sleep.
Matter breaks down to smaller particles.
The light comes on or goes off.
Synapses no longer fire.
Everybody goes home
and dreams of beginning
at the end of things.