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Woke up thinking about death.
It didn't take long to find it.
Dead bird on the welcome mat,
Miso taking
small steps around it
proud and confused. She kills
and then doesn't know what to do.
A lot of people have been talking
lately about wish manifestation,
how when you put out an intention
it is very likely to happen. I think
Oprah recently recommended a
book on the subject. The idea is old
hat here in the new age northwest.
It was warm and damp today--the
Pineapple
Express coming through.
I was outside spreading compost
when Sarah came home and asked
if I were burying the bird. No. I had
forgotten all about it. So I dug a hole.
We went up onto the porch together.
I put the shovel in position and Sarah
gently, even tenderly, rolled the still
soft body onto the blade with her shoe.
The bird went back into the Earth and
I covered it with centuries of dirt.
Later, the phone brought more news. |
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