Carolyn Evans Campbell: An Open Balcony

An Open Balcony

If I die,
Leave the balcony open
To see Lorca’s boy eating oranges
A cerulean sky cut by a black raven,
An exploding red sunset.

Leave the balcony open
To hear Tchaikovsky’s First Violin Concerto,
Gaite Parisienne, The Pastoral, The Moldau
The cannon of 1812.

If I die
Leave the balcony open
To capture a chiffon breeze
The fragrance of wet pines and strong coffee.

Keep the balcony open
To all furry creatures to enter,
And a dog, any dog, to press against me,
Place his head on my chest
To breathe for me.

Carolyn Evans Campbell