Life, Death and Art, a Creative Act

I thought of you while

wrapping and drizzling dye, your

walk, smile, endless strength.

When I die, there will be

no retrospective. I intend

to disperse everything.

At 80, a friend asks,

what’s there to do,

and why?

Planning a memorial

is the new

event planning event.

Once, we were into

where we wanted our ashes

spread. Then, we were not.

When he took his life

he left a note. “Don’t be sad.

I’m out of pain, now.”

I thought of him while

wrapping and drizzling dye, his

smile and endless strength.