MT. PLEASANT PSALM (to my mother Florence)
The heart is the last thing to go –
The body lingers here –
The pulse runs fast – subsides too slow –
Relinquishing what’s dear.
The feet are the first part to change
To alabaster hues –
How beautiful though pale and strange
The life without the shoes.
(20 December 2010, Pleasant Grove, Utah)
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