The poem that should be read at my funeral

playing with dogs
When I die,
my atoms will come undone.
I’ll be space dust, once again.
                     -
The wind will carry me,
and scatter me everywhere,
like dandelions in springtime
                     -
I’ll visit worlds and alien moons,
it will be so damn poetic-
until I land on your sandwich.

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I am not totally sure who wrote this poem, but it was not me. The only source I can find is “Zag”.  If anyone knows more about this, please let me know! What a great poem though right? Not that it seems to rhyme or have a syllabic pattern….

Also, the picture above is me playing with some dogs off a beach in San Diego, CA.

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