Mid-morning naps by the window with my hands clasped. The clocks and dog beside me, clouds kneading the sun. This is the way they’d try to make me look, peaceful and serene, flowers by the entryway, a boxful of tissues, a ledger and a pen.
Burn the body, spread the ashes, reuse the shoes.
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Bill Pearse 
scatter my ashes
let them dance on the wind
the grace of freedom
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Happy Saturday Carl! Thanks for this and enjoy the sun my friend!
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That’s quite an visual you’ve constructed there, sir. And with very few words. Impressive!
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And it’s your favorite photo I think if you saw the image. That ones for you Hoss!
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I do like that one. It makes me feel trapped, which I don’t like, but it’s interesting to experience. Now the cornhead, that’s a different story.
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That’s from the cemetery near my mom’s village in Germany, I find it distressing. One of a handful like that, “monuments for the dead.”
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And me? Of to the cemetery for a morning walk.
Cheers,
DD
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NB I wrote my comment before logging in to post it, having read your post on email. Unfortunate juxtaposition.
But seriously, the cemetery near me is a Botanical one and quite beautiful. It can get eerie if listening to something like Bitches Brew or Speak No Evil on headphones when walking around, but I blame myself for those choices.
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Go on with your bad self! I am all about eerie. And you have the shadow of fall looming, good one David! Enjoy!
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You’ll be in good company!
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Yes…the wife’s coming along too.
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Yup!
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