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Down Write Wrong

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the trunk never feels alone
it is just the branches
and the leaves
that pine

your bones again

I got to thinking
once again
about your skeleton
what you would look like
in a box
your chandelier hands
folded over your lap
a postured dignity
preserving your grace
above the dirt
I'd putter
giving footprints
to the mulch