throw my ashes and bone fragments in the mountains
don’t really care which mountains
Green, Rocky, Smoky...I love them all
among the pines and the lines of the mountaintops
on the rocks and in the vegetation
this will be my final station
in the forest among the birch, maples, oak
surrounded by my loved ones
the bears, foxes, deer, maybe some wolves
the multi-colored birds sing to me their songs
hope it’s a cold cloudy gray foggy day
snow in the air or rain falling to the ground
I’ll lay down and hug the dirt without making a sound
can’t think of a better place to be
than to be scattered next to a tree
big roots, fallen leaves, deadwood nearby
there’s no need to cry
I’m where I was happiest in life
far away far away
I’ll be happy there in death
be away far away
to use a favorite phrase
cloud-hidden, whereabouts unknown
