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Goodbye Sherrill

 
Stood in her favorite spot
in a rainstorm
holding a wake of one
 
wondered if
that's all there is
to mothers and daughters  
 
broke out the booze
but the balls
were still in the air
 
ashes juggled
in tiny
matching urns
 
sealed in tissue
velvet and bubbles
then scattered
 
dancing over asphalt
until she finally
arrives
 
singing
a final
dry mouthed verse
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