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when i die
burn my body
on a beach somewhere
near a sequoia forest,
upon a giant pyre
with the sun setting
the tide high, and
acoustic music dancing
with the sound of the waves
and the lingering sea birds.

stinson beach seems a
good place as any,
but i doubt
they allow
that sort of thing,
besides— most likely;
my body will be far away,
so feel free to blaze
the corpse in whatever
manner aligns
with local customs,
just be sure to
pour my ashes
into an hourglass
and leave it
in a place
where you
examine time pass:
a window sill
the garden
your library.

i wonder what
unit of time
these ashes
might measure.

if i run too fast
mix in a dash of
bergamot and saffron dust.
if too slow,
dump me
into the
nearest river
and swim in after me—
feet out in front
to cushion the impact
on the rocks.

when you get out
mix a drink
roll a smoke
play our favorite songs
tell the stories
around a campfire
and wait
for the sun
to tell you
what to do next.