(Palermo) (Sicilia 47)

the last morning espresso
not enough coffee and too much water
the last goodnight’s sleep,
too much fretting about the state of my feet.
the last bus ride to the beach,
improperly getting change.
the last shower,
not enough time soaking for soaking’s sake.

oh, to live with these regrets
what a challenge
to fire them in life’s kiln until
they bare no truthful resemblance to
their former selves.

the last hungry morning
opportunity to find a treat.
the last past panhandlers
change to make change in their lives.
the last time at their beach
letting go of that modesty and diving in.
the last day here,
appreciation, endless, for where I am.