All Through

All through my morning meditation,
the barred owl, close,
sounds its call.
All through, in the distance,
Mariachis play Las Mañanitas
for someone’s birthday.
All through my little life
the sweet call of death,
and the bright music of exuberance
dance cheek to cheek.

©Susa Silvermarie 2022

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