I was digging my own grave
under the tired guise
of seeding some old flower bed
but it was such a buoyant
early spring day ripe
with curious stirrings
and unaccountable longings
which only made my digging
more exuberant more comprehensive
into this rich loam
mixed with the seeds of many colors
who would not want to lay
the body down and watch it flower
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