"The End of Life"

This critical juncture at which
I find myself is truly a
Bittersweet Freedom.
The great, collapsing cliffs of
Venture and Folly,
Grinding atop my eight by ten paradigm.
Panoramic view of white-washed walls and
Clothing I can no longer wear--piling
Next to the suitcase as if for a bonfire.
Crumbling scribbles of three brothers, age five,
Hide under a fresh coat of paint.
The year is out.
A foray into the cold.