What a Man Leaves
On my last day let it be known that I danced.
I drank some good wine with a meal I cooked.
I read my favorite poem to a lovely lady.
Let it be known I left my rooms clean,
the dishes racked and dry, the lights off.
I love my family, forgive my enemies,
clear my heart of hurt or grief.
I love my cat, the sunshine,
the hard north wind.
Let it be remembered by someone
that a hawk graced my sky today,
that juncos chittered in the cedar
outside my front window.