I wonder if her death has been duly noted,
whether the trees in the forests became hushed
and the wind paused for a few respectful minutes,
and the rivers that run wild, grew briefly tamed;
whether anyone noticed light was somehow less bright,
and a star that was out there, flashed and disappeared?
In her honor, did the fragrance of wild flowers flood
the woods and did even the tiniest of creatures pause
in their wanderings, not comprehending the why,
only aware that something good that was there, is gone?
(In honor of Dorothy, 47, my painting partner,
who died Thursday, Aug. 5, 2010,
of liver disease - she is with God)