it’s been raining all night
and I can’t sleep
half-remembering a poem
Dave McFadden, you said
we should write every day
and today was your funeral
your urn was
exactly as you’d wanted:
a Dilbert cookie-jar
you wrote
that perfect poem I can’t quite remember:
“why do we worry?”
I don’t remember the rest, something like
we’re something
and then something else after that