In my favorite picture that remains of you
You have your back to the camera
Sitting in a lawn chair reading
While in front of you a vast green
Rolling landscape of lakes and hills
Without trees or people lies
It's late spring-early summer
Before everything turns brown
When heaven still seems
A part of the earth though leaving
And you're still reading it the story
Of your life your head
Bent to the words in wonder
While we old children listen in
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