
Walking along the shore
I asked the Lake Superior
Where do we go when we die?
It broke a wave and splashed at me
Is there an afterlife?
It washed ashore some debris
When it grew stormy I asked about heaven
It washed over the stones and back out again
Leaving some just so
2021 By David Jacobi
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