Elegy

Stand with 10,000 ghosts
Hear their last words
Hurrying to the river
Running into the trees
Shedding this life for new

Drop your envy and yearning on the ground
Nestle your love in the rocks’ mortar
Be part of the wall that stays behind
Shelter the lost and the growing
Reach your arms to the sun and the blue

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Photo taken at Tuzigoot National Monument in Arizona

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In memoriam of a friend’s great loss