digital snow

a work in progress


read this poem at my funeral

if i am lucky enough to have people gathered there

tell them that although my work is small

it came from the heart

tell them that although my relationships are fleeting

they came from the heart

and if they wonder where i am now

tell them i will be where they found me

in the blue of their depression

in the howl of their night

in the eye of their storm

i will be there

reading my poetry and singing my songs

as i have always done

and as i always will