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A neighbor

rejects chemotherapy and the hospital;

and, instead, writes

a farewell letter to all her friends

before she dies.

I look at a wasp nest;

and, in the maze of hexagons,

find a few

white eggs, translucent, revealing formed wasps,

but wasps never to be born.

A pi-meson in a cloud chamber

exists for a thousandth of a second,

but the circular track

it leaves on a film

is immortal.