You just couldn't help yourself
From harrowing the tired yard
Summer's dead removed
Leaving empty graves
Planted now with new
Flowering arrivals small
Hopes desperate to fill in
The few feet between them
The hard work of it
Humbling you proud
And our blue-flowering tree alone
Christ in its leafy branches
Heavier than you expected
Must have taken you days
Untangling his body from the dead
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