out furniture for a room,
the drapes
and rug,
the pictures
to be hung.
she stands at the gate
of Memorial
Park
and says, i want to be
buried here.
look at the view.
the trees, and flowers.
i can see
the river
from that little hill
right over
there.
maybe a nice stone
bench beside me
so that others can visit,
and sit,
while we talk.
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