deep sorrow for his passaway

              sorry we lost he

after your passaway 

              I give you river, 

              cloud reflected in river

You give back river 

              you give back cloud

sorry we lost he

I give you whirling dervish of house, 

              half-mile of heron

You give them back, 

              you are passaway

I give you memory 

              of our weekdays and weekends 

                            and all the days in between

You give them back 

              with or without sorrow 

                            I can’t tell

sorry we lost he

I give you hodgepodge of spiders, 

              Love’s dagger-proof coat, 

                            myself when young

I give you river and cloud, 

              you return them, unused, 

                            don’t need them

              you are passaway