Farewell To Lillian Poem by Lansing Day

Was this your farewell to me, my friend?

You had crossed my mind today while driving
the counterclockwise road,
that you were leaving (had left)
this world.

The Hospice place we knew
was hid behind the hillock.

And over its sign across my path just then
came a raven flying, caress cut the air
in a long glide.

In morning sunlight--there was green,
shimmered across its back and wings,

as if to announce eternal verdant springtime
and you -- as if you were chorusing to me,

hey ho
waving good-bye.