last street


what street

will be the last one

my casket rolls through


will it be long

and winding

or short—

a quick bump

here and there


who will drive my hearse

will they know my name


maybe it will be Alameda

or Montana

or a street that is dirt at this moment

like the home i’m headed to


will the sun be out

or clouds


will someone on the street

stop and point

stop and think

i wonder who’s in there

i wonder if they loved life

and lived it


i wonder too

[this poem was included as part of the art piece Inscription by Shinpei Takeda]

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