• Vol. 09
  • Chapter 04
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Her Parting Gift

She said, when I die do not plant a marble stone
or an angel weighed down with heavy wings
But instead release butterflies over my grave
peacocks, mourning cloaks, painted ladies.
Watch them rise, these bright souls
like a fragmented fugitive rainbow  
and when you remember me,  
remember only how brief
and beautiful life can be.