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Seeing Off  Joe

The birds were in attendance:­­
the pelican, night heron and snowy egret,
as well as his friends—
some in the boat,
others gathered onshore
to watch him swell his being
under a falling sun
in the  beginning of his final journey to every shore.

Mexican by choice rather than birth,
he floated, strung out
in ribbons
behind the boat
as we returned him
to his chosen place,
strewing our friend
like flowers.
Spilling him home.
Reaffirming
that we’re never lost to a world we are a part of.

For Quadrille Monday: Strings  (I chose to write a poem composed of two quadrilles.)