Go well.
Go with shells in your hair
Wings on your feet
Go with snake-familiars in
Your belly and
Calligraphy on your map
Go well
Go with all the tears for you
Making waves for you to ride,
Laughing.
Go with no broken bones
Or bruises on your body
Or you heart
Go with desert flowers
Cacti
Holding your hands, their needles
Bending soft for you.
Go well
Go with no unease
Go carried on carpets of autumn leaves
Go with God's laughter calling calling calling
You Home.
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