by Ray Corvi
The funeral parlor opened its front door
Out flew a dandelion’s wind-borne seeds
Mourn the way the trees have thrown
Limbs branching skyward into leaves
Psalm of Mere Being
by Ray Corvi
The funeral parlor opened its front door
Out flew a dandelion’s wind-borne seeds
Mourn the way the trees have thrown
Limbs branching skyward into leaves