Wednesday, January 29, 2014


When all of this is done,
Will our ashes fly to distant parts
We’d always planned to see
Or mingle with a newborn breath
And cough a startled scream
Or flutter past lovers locked
In life’s sweet embrace
Or skim awhile the ocean lake
To sink without a trace?

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1 comment:

Ammose said...

It is beautiful!...loved it