The great spiked spines
of fallen pine and juniper,
like so many of youth's dreams
lost to plague or fire...
enshrined for awhile
by a canopy
of green, dainty lace
sequinned in wild pink rose;
as slowly,
mysteriously
the tomb is emptied
to nourish and make rich
those that must survive.
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