It’s almost over.
Wings wake me
on the side porch
out at mom and dad’s.
I can see it coming.
Sipping coffee
escaping the Darth Vader 
sounds of the machine
helping him to breathe.
He is my father.
Last farm on this road,
the ends of my earth.
Swallows swoop 
over the pond 
and life goes on
but how?