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burying the dead
let us speak of great things
like sunflower seeds and my dead aunt Matilda
we can raise them up in bright light
and examine them closely for flaws
until no one argues at all
even secretly in their hearts
that they are great
until we plant them in the Earth
in hopes that something great will grow
between the stones
until there is nothing left
but memories of softness and color
and the passing scent of summer.
like sunflower seeds and my dead aunt Matilda
we can raise them up in bright light
and examine them closely for flaws
until no one argues at all
even secretly in their hearts
that they are great
until we plant them in the Earth
in hopes that something great will grow
between the stones
until there is nothing left
but memories of softness and color
and the passing scent of summer.
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