Into the Earth
In my mind I draw a square
in the very center of the garden
From there I dig into the earth
using the seasoned spade
usually reserved for plantings
The hole slowly turns into a cube
as three mounds resemble
Egyptian resting places
Further down the soil
becomes hard and cold
the clay malleable enough
to mold eternal companions
Satisfied the opening
is mathematically sound
I hold the spade at my side
sweat falling off my forehead
silently instructing the child
to bring forth her loved one
to the newly built altar
november two thousand eleven
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So what did you bury?
I didn’t bury anything in the garden except for tulip bulbs….
you were preparing the ground for your poems.
yes so to speak 🙂