J.P. Dancing Bear-V
Gacela of Rememberance
for Ashley Schaffer
What the birds have done is bury love behind crimson
curtains so that there is always a tree to honor
the elaborate root system left behind.
Let no axe or chainsaw come between loving
memory and the living. One never counts the rings
of years on the stump-corpse—there is no time
for such detailed pettinesses. These birds say,
let memory be a golden crown—complete
with halo—behind the royal red robes.
When we pull back the rolls and rivers of fabric
we reveal the riches, the riches of our lives. Weremember the splendor of the spirit tree.