When I escape the tomb of my body,
I’ll wander the streets of Savannah,
Fried green tomato friends,
meet with you in our outdoor living room,
breeze speaking for me, a vox humana.
When my soul takes its long vacation,
I’ll serenade the Grand Canalazzo,
a gondolier releasing sighs while
practicing my mind’s permutations,
blowing speckled glass clouds on Morano.
When my spirit makes its final move,
I’ll slip into a coral reef ball gown,
wear lapis lazuli islets as earrings,
promenade between sand fringed motus,
surf Shipstern Bluff just to hear the sound.
When my body gives its pink slip,
I’ll soar the Sacred Valley,
draw infinity signs as Nazca lines,
sculpt rock on a Ballestas Island tip,
glide Belen Floating Market’s watery alleys.
Oh, happy day!
Heaving off the heaviness,
to bask in love’s genteelness.
“Ascension by the Sea” Jana Brike
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
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