The ash of my body
the favor of my face
the friendly lights in the sky
and, if they’re still speaking,
the voices in the pines
The rumble of thunder
and rain through a screen door,
my favorite coffee mug -
the one the children painted for me,
the favor of my face
the friendly lights in the sky
and, if they’re still speaking,
the voices in the pines
The rumble of thunder
and rain through a screen door,
my favorite coffee mug -
the one the children painted for me,
These things I leave
for you
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