Drag my ashes to the lake
where the resting water yearns to lick and lap at my sore, scorched feet.
Many moments and many miles imprinted on the crescent shore
and serrated rocks erect from beneath the grain.
Pebbles scatter among my desperate fingers
clawing at life
the water whispers the sound of metal against metal
sand stirs upward over the mountains in waning waves.
at the stream, pour me out and shake the bag.
I was zipped-
In the water i float free