
Anointed
Sunflowers shed. /
Golden petals fall on leaves
anointed by death.
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Anointed
Sunflowers shed. /
Golden petals fall on leaves
anointed by death.
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Remembering
Even in fixed death /
there is the wounding beauty /
of remembrance.
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Sun—
Sun— fading light and /
flower too soon meet their fall. /
Seeds of night and death.
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Adorn
Death bends the flower, /
its brown shroud draped where life bloomed. /
Earth adorns its grave.
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Summer’s passing
Bare heads hang empty, /
stalks and leaves brown and crispy. /
Spiders claim briskly.
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Even
From the root of death /
life blooms, maybe foolishly, /
but never in doubt.
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Death
Death is an old skin, /
an exoskeleton shed /
only in passing.
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Skeleton of memories
Winter killed our tree. /
Don’t know if it was before, /
during, or after /
your death. Dead limbs hang barren: /
no buds, no leaves, no cherries. /
Skeleton of memories.
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And
Death and sleep and love. /
One comes, one goes, one remains. /
Legs of a broken stool.
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