Was I the only one to pray for you
before the sun fully arrived
to take you back to summer ashes
or sky burial, feted by crowsong
Was I the only one to remember your face
masked among morning shadows,
wondering if the cat and I could see you —
it was just yesterday, my sweet friend
Was I the only one to tend to you
roadside ravaged and alone,
laying you down in soft green comfort
a gathering of god-words at your feet.
Photo by Anne Desch. Poem ©2024 Jen Payne. If you like this poem, you can read similar in my books and zines, available from Three Chairs Publishing on my ETSY SHOP. They come autographed, with gratitude and a small gift.
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