in november

in November,
crows flocked to the backyard
and telephone wires
creating a clef of quarter notes
in D

for Death
whom waited impatiently
to hear the last rattle
before he drew an invisible line
of indelible grief
between me
and the rest of the world

time slowed
for my dad and me
in the house
in the room
in the bed
where he lay dying

as we inched closer
to his next lifetime
in those days
in those hours
in those minutes
help arrived

as love
as community
extending a lifeline
back to the living