Mick’s Ashes

by Michael Keeling

Under a darkened sky
soft rain
falls gently
on the wind.

Reefed from turbulent seas
paddlers ring
a tranquil pool
spokes in a hallowed wheel.

In fellowship
we stand above
silent witness
to a last request.

Prayers in gratitude
linked hands
strewn ashes stay awhile
then slip beneath red roses.

Under a darkened sky
soft rain
falls gently
on the wind
masking our tears.

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