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Diary Page 42 (6/15/99)
Poplars, tall and untrimmed in neat rows you lay in the center of the 7th and 8th trees from the south i sit one leg folded back at your headstone, not on your grave. not on you. There is a funeral forming less than 300 feet behind my left shoulder. and landscapers riding on mowers that far in front of me. A fresh grave with no headstone is nearly in my reach. Faded plastic flowers in a metal cup at your headstone yellow, purple, red and white. brown leaves almost tipped by hot wind Now, i lie my body to grass across your grave flat on my stomach my sweat soaks my shirt wets the ground that separates us i press my face to the ground and smell the fresh flowers from the funeral over there. not yours. i want to sink into this ground. [This message has been edited by alpin (edited 02 December 1999).] |
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some of the lines were supposed to be indented....
sort of like this (if this works) but I think the problem was I copied and pasted it in from word, instead of typing it in... hmmmm I bet that is it. Oh well, I know for next time. Thanks. ![]() curious, the above line.... "sort of like this" was/ is indented on here, but not on the post. I am sure I am just doing somethin wrong. not sure what yet... [This message has been edited by alpin (edited 02 December 1999).] |
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Don't worry about how the typing came out. The important thing was the feelings it invoked. If ever anyone has lost someone to death, this surely brought those memories to life. But not sad ones. For their soul truly continues on.
[This message has been edited by Becca (edited 03 December 1999).] |
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