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Funeral Plans

Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2017 2:07 pm
by Don Schaeffer
I was
sitting on the bench
outside the library
waiting for a cab
and breathing shallow.
She died. She died.
I still see her
asking for more
creamer in her coffee,
never satisfied.
Then God told me to relax
God told me to relax!
I didn't need to
say goodbye. She
wouldn't listen anyway.
But God told me:
relax.

Re: Funeral Plans

Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2017 3:00 pm
by dancuddy
I like this. Simple. The repetitions are perfect in this poem. You can feel the breaths.

Also has wit---can't not cite that. It's important.

I didn't need to
say goodbye. She
wouldn't listen anyway.

Re: Funeral Plans

Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2017 3:29 pm
by Don Schaeffer
Thanks again, Dan