The Moya View
One day I will commit the greatest heresy and spread my father’s ashes over my mother’s grave.I will sit, with them and all these other named and nameless cloud covered bodies stretching to the horizon—a final gesture, maybe, but surely a goodbyeto how they came to this place, and how I must leave when the sunbrings back feeling into my face.
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JONATHAN MOYA
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Such a beautiful and heartfelt poem!
Thanks.
This graveyard was so amazing. Anita
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