Sunday, July 8, 2018

Ken Trimble # 21 Sometimes

all you  have to do is say thanks

People come in out of your
life like revolving doors

but that's okay
the memory may not be truthful

everything is dream

We climbed the tower
and threw his ashes

into the mountain mist
they shimmered like diamonds

No corpse to stink
the mountain

just a dram of whisky
and nod of head

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