Sit
down. Inhale. Exhale.
The gun
will wait. The lake will wait.
The
tall gal in the small seductive vial
will
wait will wait:
will
wait a week: will wait through April.
You do
not have to die this certain day.
Death
will abide, will pamper your postponement.
I
assure you death will wait. Death has
a lot
of time. Death can
attend
to you tomorrow. Or next week.
Death is
just
down the street; is most obliging neighbor;
can
meet you any moment.
You
need not die today.
Stay
here--through pout or pain or peskiness.
Stay
here. See what the news is going to be
tomorrow.
Graves
grow no green that you can use.
Remember,
green's your color. You are Spring.
