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Weeping Willow, 1918 
    (after a painting by Claude Monet)


This is how death will be.
Not a procession through tunnels
ending in clouds rife
with cherubim and raking light,
but a stroll through stream upon stream 
of mustard-yellow, blue, olive-green.
Below this shower, I shall dig
my toes into swaths of purple
and I shall feast into eternity
on vital green. And the flesh-colored 
torso of the tree with its puce heart
shall constantly recall life's peaks and pain.

 
                        Sarah Kennedy-Vaillant
                        Ann Arbor, Michigan