Added 23 June 2003
Three sandstone blocks. A shelter under which at a place where she found peace It is here she now remains, Hers was a hardscrabble fate with a shine.
One for her.
One for him.
One for both.
she lies
near to what she must have known
was near the end.
But this place was happiness.
This place, was Love.
A bend in the river
where friends gathered
and laughed.
in the open to air,
water,
earth,
fire . . . .
life . . . . .
Beauty.
turned back by joy
and marked
Written 12 May 2003
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