Elegy for a dear friend

When we meet (in our minds) at the clearing, surrounded by cottonwood trees, wild sumac, bachelor buttons, Queen Anne's lace, hip high grasses...don't forget--to take a photograph to remember how we--smooth as silk, met in nature. How we will both die in nature-- in separate fields of wild flowers, dancing. How elegant hundred year old evergreens, scratch the moire' blue sky. The rain will eventually come in a burst of letting go of our entire life's entrapments--our bodies, clothes, records, books, jewelry, fruits of our labor--no longer needed. We will enter another world of peaceful prairies- where prayer and loving continue. May we finally rest--without any pre- conceived ideologies. May we meet again in a pas de deux-- a.deja' vu.