yes, and here’s another one
and later it might even end up in one of my
books.
and
the book will be sitting on a
shelf
waiting for you
long after I am
gone.
think of that:
in a sense I will be speaking again
just for you.
and remember this:
the page you are looking at
now,
I once typed the words
with care
with you in mind
under a yellow
light
with the radio
on.
If you think about death
long enough
I have found
it belongs
it makes sense
just like
this typewriter
this match book
this paper clip
and
the next page
and the next poem
after this
one.
by Charles Bukowski.