The Burial

January 15, 2010
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The secluded barn
Surrounded
By strands of quivering grass
Buries the fading cloud
disappearing
Behind the crumbling wall,
From the tip of its head
To the bottom of its foot
Into a misty sky
Supported by the clustered forest.
Each root
From each tree
Kneeling down,
grasping for a breath
From the pale blue sky
Before the sun sets
And the day has vanished.





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