He scattered the ash of his daughter
who died astonished it would end,
and astonished it would end he took
to the land where he watched the sun set
and the moon rise behind the old barn,
and the days seemed to pass only to return
like a dream in which one thinks
i've already dreamt that.
—an adaption of Raymond Carver's
"The Lightning Speed of the Past"
to circumstance.
