Instructions to my Friends: How to Commemorate Me
Brothers, scatter my ashes where there is open space,
west Texas, preferably, so blindingly
bright in the harsh heart of autumn.
Sisters, remember me whisperly
where past stony rims Peregrines fly
near sun-scarred cliffs in the profound empty
of mid-October. No one will sorrow
who finds himself to this favored place.
Butterflies pass this sacred spot, averting their gaze.
Sunlight pours through the heart of a cactus
and look! An eagle angles in from Mexico
or another distant mythology.
No, friends, remember me with no glorious tomb,
just with a smile and a story and a cold beer
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From All My Images of Texas