To leave this world in spring,
they have gone on
to grace another space—
hob-nob with the gods
as we remain remembering
to the soothing sound of rain
dark upon our roofs.
Cut-off low out of the south
will linger into a gray
daybreak, and I will absorb
their passing with welcome nods
of understanding
when I turn myself loose
to gaze and search for sign
upon this landscape.
Song and laughter
from this earth,
Vaya con Dios!
for Pat and Merle
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