A wonderful poem from Ron Lafayette for you to enjoy:
Curtain Call
Buckets of lobster shells
empty into a half-dozen
50-gallon drums
distributed among tables
scattered across the familial lawn.
A momentary dragonfly
hovered over the mourners’ heads,
lingering only long enough
so that half of those who witnessed it
mistook it for a hummingbird
while everyone else, awestruck,
mistook it for a monarch butterfly,
the recently departed’s favorite.
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The Cheesesellers Wife 
I like your poem, Ron. Really brings the moment alive.
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It’s good isn’t it??
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Yes, the dragonfly is like the spirit.
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Thanks! I’m honored by he re-blog!
Ron. LAVALETTE
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Well done, Ron. Thanks for sharing this one.
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