Burial

Poetry

 

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In the low tight soil

cramping out breath

sun watertight

stones as they landed

time ago

another tree grows.

 

The plane

so rampant

no doubt pressed against this clay

another leap to live

how it goes on

even when it’s over.

 

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245 days

Poetry

The air is tangled

all around her

filaments in and out

of these breaths I count

the snug of her

against my side

warm that’s mine

but now her’s.

How can I know her

and not – ?

those days she spent

gathering herself from me

in and out with the

bloodflow

up and down of the two hearts

rubbing rubbing

chaffing life up.

As if this face has always

been with me

and is more my own

than the mirror or window’s

bright fleck of person.

But only this short time

the sleep of her

so enormous.

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