Let There Be Some Uncertainty about Your Departure

Let there be some departure.
Let there be snow in the court,
Quiet in the flesh, details

In the day, the stone fountain
With wet snow on its shoulders,
Shaped like a tombstone, the face

In a photograph left out,
Dissolved in a wicker chair,
The collection of old verse

By someone who lived and died
And is faintly remembered,
Murmuring through the dank air.