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Dear Friends thank you for you kindnesses and best wishes last week.

For now his ashes wash north in the Deschutes, until meeting the Columbia,

Where they will turn west, following Lewis and Clark’s path to the sea.

An email from my brother, written from the depths of grief,

Tells of the pantry stocked with psilocybin mushrooms,

backpacks with sundry gear and nicotine gum, he never smoked.

One bed with a pillow but no pillowcase, a chair and table with a computer.

That’s it. All the lightbulbs changed to red, and the windows papered off.

Imagine a kitchen sink, a bathroom never cleaned, never.

But several competitive bicycles and thirty spare tires, tools to fix things in the garage.

A new pair of downhill skis and boots, unused last winter because of the drought.

If it had snowed, father and son had planned to ski. Too bad, but,

then my brother found the AK-47 in the closet, a box of ammo: Chilling!

He and his wife are looking forward to getting a new puppy tomorrow.

Polly Walker Blakemore's avatar

Alice at the Shelter

At the shelter this afternoon

Alice sits on the front steps

wrapped in a blanket,

barefoot,

eating a chicken Cup ‘o Noodles.

Her coloring book

and crayons and markers

lie beside her,

the crayons like a loose pile of matches

and the markers stacked like little logs of lumber,

her book open to a picture of a unicorn

with stars and streamers

and a banner across the top that says

Believe.

(Believe should be in italics but I am not able to format it that way. I wrote this as a prose poem a while ago and just adapted it for today's prompt.)

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