Making Descansos

Sent Home




We parted company
at the last corner
before the freeway
I turned left
and they took him
returning him as ashes
that sit
waiting to be scattered

I have searched the groves
and quiet glades
stood hopefully at
the gates of Shangri-la
but to no avail.

I would lie with him
if there were somewhere we
could lie, embracing
holding one another
But how does one lie with ashes?

The old woman takes the grain filled ashes
and spins them
ever so carefully
weaving a glorious banner
filled with memories
for me to cling to.

She sends me home
to where my my heart is
gently reassuring that
this is where I will find him.

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