Bora born

Forever young _

Rain city monday morning, the dead centre
of town wetted out with tears of rain, then some.
The trip down from the evelyn tableland
soaked out, with rainforest trees down across the
palmerston, their grip on life's earth finally lost.

The cemetery visit pre-planed with bernie
had a gazebo over the old man's grave.
The tombstone lift freed two boxes of
ashes to combine with mother earth, now one
with consecrated ground the cycle complete.


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© 29th aug 2022 _ Ioan James Daniel


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