I buried the sheepdog for you, trying
to save you from that grief, dug through muscled
roots, past rain-wet earth to harder, drier
soil that did not cling, but scoured the shovel.
Even the expected, smaller death recalled
the other. I transplanted sedum from the garden
to mark the place and obscure it.
to save you from that grief, dug through muscled
roots, past rain-wet earth to harder, drier
soil that did not cling, but scoured the shovel.
Even the expected, smaller death recalled
the other. I transplanted sedum from the garden
to mark the place and obscure it.
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