Blue little bird, life was so brief
I will bury you lovingly with the young trees
That your simple remains will grow tall still and seed
And bring shade to this place's riparian needs
I have done it before and with mud on my feet
On the rainiest afternoons and in the heat
Several times every April when fledglings are weak
And the smallest ones fall and the strongest will leave when they leave
Thought I was deep, I was baseless and bothered
To be everyone's widow, nobody's father
At work in a daydream's revision of speech
Trading structure and consonance, reaching for each
And I made my decisions with minimal effort
Just my head in the pillows and my heart to the desert
When it's hot in the afternoon, perfect at night
Until 10 in the morning, becoming a new form of life
I buried your body with the young desert willows
Just the earth for a blanket and drink for the minnows
See annual flower rings up in the spring
Just a little bit taller and prettier things
And I promise it's deep enough into the dirt
That no curious animals dig, disturb you again
It's green up above and it's dark on the bottom
This is summertime's price in the first days of autumn
But it's early enough and there's plenty to do
For the living and soon-to-be
Walking the harvest of you
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