52 – without a word

without a word

we dig all day
just the two of us
without a word
one shovel
and its dull blade

we cut the grass
in a long row
lay it out
as he was

foot by slow foot
we disappear
below ground
making the path
straight and narrow

robin’s egg sky
infinite blue rectangle
you stand at the edge
backlit head back
drinking from an old canteen

I think for sure
you mean to leave
the shovel buried
step down to me

catch the apple blossoms
the trees toss
down in mourning
without a word

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