The Burial

January 15, 2010
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The secluded barn
By strands of quivering grass
Buries the fading cloud
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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