Song of my selfie

Last night, it rained for the first time in six months, and today, All Saints Day
of the Dead (my birthday),
I saw a little girl cartwheel on a grave.

I never could cartwheel,
but I have spun fifty times
around the sun and can run
three times around the cemetery
where children play on graves
to stave off death for another day
when it rains again in LA
at the end of a charmed life.