Poem, Death, Paperwork

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Happy Travels
April 1, 2023

do not stand at my grave
I am not there, and familiar
you perhaps expect refrain
of did not die, gone on to better
leaving trails in long memory

but you blundered your receipts
for this, my grave by price complete
by paid in full, by true accounting
holds someone else’s grandmother
while I, beyond comparing, caring

am daringly poured to sea
by someone else’s family

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#poem #poetry #writing

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