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remember: close
to the trail I find
a song wide enough
to cover my
body: we have a fire
going in the stove, she said
and plenty of wood
—keep the purple
days in a scrapbook, open
the sky the stars open
your song wide
enough to
cover your body: re
member
we will all be buried
in a garden, my sister said—& a butterfly
will travel with silence, from
rose to queens of the
night, from cup to
cry to a lake that
takes in red
leaves & day
light
—we all
meet in
our voices
behind the garden, she
wrote in the sky