We will not be
when the world turns
hurtling itself further
into the circle wide.

We had time and love –
not time enough for forever.
We spent our lives playing
dancing and dying in green fields.

Neither alpha or omega
first or last, beginning or end.
Swirling movements for a time
points of turning, turning, and turning.

If only it could last
our human being wanderings.
We leave our poems and art
our music to thrill the spheres.

Creative gifts given, written
played, drawn and colored
sent as gifts – what we loved –
out where only others go.
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Portland, Oregon – March 8, 2021