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Beautifully modulated, Andrew. I particularly liked the weaving in of flighted things. Poor Alison. Cheers, Bill On 16/01/2013, at 9:00 PM, Andrew Burke <[log in to unmask]> wrote: > Requiescat in pace > > > > A cabbage moth flew to my window and away. > How many windows have I daydreamed out of? > Another friend died today. Yesterday > an ibis flew from the reeds at the lake > when the dogs and I walked by. The dogs hardly > raised their heads as I marvelled at its grace > in the heat of this Summer day. Alison died > in a regulated atmosphere without a relative > or friend by her side. Once I would have prayed; > now I eat less for lunch and watch my weight. > My children, adults but young, fly about > like birds themselves. I need a hide > to watch them from. Alison planned a trip > for her long service leave next year. Again > it shows us, don’t put it off. There are no > pockets in a shroud. A funeral, perhaps > a memorial service. Cemetery birds are all black > except at the entrance where butterflies flitter. > > > - > > Andrew > http://hispirits.blogspot.com/ > 'Undercover of Lightness' http://walleahpress.com.au/recent-publications.html > 'Shikibu Shuffle' > http://abovegroundpress.blogspot.com.au/2012/03/new-from-aboveground-press-shikibu.html >