To honor the blossom in all its glory 

And too the passing of what was 

What my friend Leila calls the peeling off

This curious thing called death

Autumn, friendship, love

Life

All the ways and ones to say 

Goodbye

xo

crushed remains 

of what ~ you ask 

as i drop to my knees

in the sand

the smell ~ the taste 

pink salt and grit 

a hundred memories 

open my heart

the very thing 

i hope for

xo