Mick’s Ashes

by Michael Keeling

Under a darkened sky
soft rain falls gently on the wind

Reefed from turbulent seas
paddlers ring a rock-bound 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.

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