David Dybdal, MD, PhD - Compassionate, Effective Psychotherapy and Medication Management
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Death

Funeral for a Friend

THE RIVER

Virgin mother, dark and sweet
Fecund water reaching deep to
George's cross of wooden teeth

Ashen waters muddy swirl 
White burning wood is swallowed hole
Where frogs and fish feet twist and twirl 

Hello, Goodbye
The bright white light that makes us fly
As slow we spread our wings to cry

Already Dead

Today as I was running along the Mystic Lake,  a Bald Eagle circled above me in the soft sunlight of a late winter afternoon.  In a manner of speaking, I'm already dead.

Death

What do I do for a living?  I learn to die, well....
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