Priscilla’s house is staged to sell

It looks picture perfect

Many of my paintings are hung

To good effect-

Priscilla and I always were a good match.

But when I turned to notice

The tall pot with a lid that she’s made

The one I stuffed the bag of her ashes into

I had to laugh.

She’s still overseeing the proceedings..

Even in her dusty form.

Oh unsuspecting house buyer

We, her friends, preparing the house

Are an unconventional lot….

But no one will look in the pot.

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I’m new to a Qigong class for seniors

It’s Taoist philosophy….

The cosmos is available

As we scoop it – sweeping above with the hand

So many stars

That each of us have our very own star.

Winking in the night

Like at wish upon a star- it’s me.