Ann’s ashes
are in the place she wished them
to be
If you go to Truro, head of the Pamet,
Ballston Beach
the gentle slope to the beach
is gone
You’ll carefully descend
the steep wash of sand or perhaps
new wooden steps by the time
you get there
Go right
South
down the beach
a little ways
and let your spirit reach out
Ann’s ashes
are there
in the place she wished them
to be
It was a wild
bright windy day
when she returned
and at snow pond too
where we all swam
and we all laughed . . .
there too
she returned a small part of herself
to our memory
and our grief
Her grief is gone
Mixed
with air light and water
in the place she wished
to be