So Long and We’ll Serve Fish at the Wake

by Mary E. Lowd

Will the dolphins dance
When the sun is setting
On our time
In the light?

Will they mourn us
As we’re drinking
The last dregs
Of life?

Will flowers grow brighter
Gardens grow over
—and overgrown—
Become as they’re always
Meant to be?

Will anyone but dogs grieve
When we leave?

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