Thanatos came in an old-time Black Maria
and parked with one wheel on the curb.
“No need to drive carefully”
“Be honest, you’re happy to see me.”
In the soft moonlight,
in the held-breath stillness
before the brightly looming stars
cede the sky to dawn
I stroll, hands in pockets,
down the darkened streets of home.
Strange, when my ride appears,
I realize how much I like to walk.