Jane's Tribute Poem to Stanley Kunitz!

When I read Jane's poem, the tears come.  Before,  I was grateful he died easily and in his sleep.  Now, I feel how deeply he will be missed.  He was a true treasure of this earth, and now, he is more of the sky.


Jane's Poem:



Prayer flags are pinned between the limbs of sister trees.

When breezes blow, blessings drop into the garden.

Like the breath between his words

Blessings onto bees and aphids.

Burrs and basil equally.

All of us.