FOR QUITE SOON I'LL BE GONE

take my heart
to the white river,

past otter creek
down the neshobie.

as my soul may breathe
through all save one, exhailing
the space for
conifer trees.

and what will become
of those rocks of mine
i've been shaping
smooth to set free?

take my heart to the white river
past otter creek, down
the neshobie.

let the places i've been
become all that i'm not
so all i have loved will be,

then take my heart
to the white river
past otter creek, to the
neshobie.