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it is finally spring
it is finally spring
& i am tending your garden
& you are gone. it is unfair of death
to ask so many necessary questions,
then to pry the answers from us
like warped wood bending away from itself.
you are gone & we are uprooted. you are
gone & it is a jagged nail, an angry truth
that hammers home at the end of the day.
you are gone & we are left
to face the clumsiness of loss.
you are gone & it is not yet real, though now
it is spring & the mosquitos are appearing.
you are gone & the mosquitos do not care,
they keep sucking us dry.
you are gone & your garden is not yet weeded.
you are gone & my hands are covered in dirt.
you are gone & the lavender is not yet in bloom.
you are gone & every day
you are gone & we do not yet know how
& we do not yet
& you are gone
& your garden
& too many yet
& the dirt the dirt
& we do not know
& we do not yet
& we do not yet
& it is finally spring
& yet





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