Star Ford

Essays on lots of things since 1989.

Do not resuscitate

on 2018 August 1

(This is what came to me the night after my mother in law died.)

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note2At the base of jagged cliffs in the river, the weapon and a used body remain but the pain is gone. Some things remain and some are free. Pines and soft grasses accept the coming and going of life. The Gallinas accepts the washing downpour. Everything proceeds in its cycle as if the suffering had never been.

In memory of Patricia Knoebel and all the stone-shaping waters that connected her to Earth.

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