What Of This Existence, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and Brianrrs37 on Twitter)

What lies after is of no consequence
It is the strife of now that befalls more pain
But the exit is another property
A process, a portal, a window

States of America in lower latitude
An observance, a convention, avifauna
Flock from frostbite to palm fronds
Yet many abstain from this migration with fortitude

Shriver, a name plate, to scribe
Antipathetic stale crust of scraps
Our prescription pending these blizzards
We retreat to the warmth of home.
(end)

Another ode poem. BUT WAIT, NO, this time it wasn’t Anne or Sylvia. But Emily Dickinson’s poem “Tis Not The Dying That Hurts Us So”

https://allpoetry.com/’Tis-not-that-Dying-hurts-us-so