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Concern


for Christopher


Three feet down
a once white tarp
covered with dirt
for good reason

I could dig further
but you wouldn’t
forgive me

If something were
already buried in the place
I’d chosen for a grave

Posted 04/02/10
Last week my cat died. I dug him a grave in my backyard. This poem is for him, but like the turned over to place him in, it may share a place for something that came before that i cannot see.
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what up, foley.
04/27/10 11:12am
what up, foley.
04/27/10 11:12am