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You were not wrapped
In linen
Neither were you laid
In a coffin
We thrust you in dirt
With clothes of nakedness
Buried,
That someday you may live
No one wailed
There was no ceremony
We hurried with it
We went on our way
Yet water we did give you everyday,
After all, thirst is everyday.
Who sends water to the buried
You ask?
I bid you wait,
Tomorrow is answers for today
Days gave birth to months
Weeds overrun where you lay
We pulled at them
But they just would not go
Tired of this game of cat
And mouse, we let them be.
Then one morning
With the sun on your heels
You broke through dirt
Opened up to the heavens crying
I’m alive!!
Folks,
My ode to a mango tree.
I love this. The salo mango will ripe with blushes at this. hehe...I followed you here from FFF, and I am glad I did. Don't bother, CIA helped me cover my tracks...:)
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