Was this your farewell to me, my friend?

You had crossed my mind today while driving
the counter-clockwise road,
that you were leaving (had left)
this world.

The Hospice place we knew
was hid behind the hillock.

And over its sign across my path just then
came a raven flying, caress cut the air
in a long glide.

In morning sunlight--there was green,
shimmered across its back and wings,

as if to announce eternal verdant springtime
and you -- as if you were chorusing to me,

hey **
waving good-bye.