We walked off the University grounds
following a sacred sidewalk
that twisted through the trees
near a high wall.
“I’m going inside.”
“You can’t; you might get hurt,” my date pleaded.
I climbed a tree and jumped anyway.
“I’ll see you on the other side.”
I cut the graveyard and reached a cottage.
There was a registry and a date of death
left blank under kerosene light.
I picked up a quill and thought about my life.
“At least 100 years,” I said and signed.
My end was there
in black and white
Then a cat led me
Through waist-deep grass
And I climbed the wall to the other side.
I followed her feline tail
pointing like a rudder
Where a girl sat reading
a romance novel
at the pier
“How does it end?” I asked
“You have to wait
to find out.”