adios, then, to the fading light
that must be arising somewhere else instead,
and freshly arrived
the funeral on earth
turned into heavenly wedding
sunrise with no bills
no need to please
and when you breathe
the air is indescribable, lit with flowers
not what breathing ever was on earth
still something wants to say goodbye
as Juliet, to linger, only to greet the morning as it was
and not to depart from
all we've ever known
even on our worst days here.
mary angela douglas 30 march 2023
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