The Last Time We Passed On
by Alice B. Clagett
What if we remembered
That would be the end of the play, wouldn't it?
To hear her laughter in the breeze,
in the tiny pop
in the bliss of birds'
in the soft footfalls
in the joyful abrogation
--a gift of love, 18 February 2012
photo by Alice B. Clagett, 2016