I buried yesterday
Tuesday, December 29, 2009 at 07:26AM I buried yesterday
beneath a grieving loam,
sat pondering its epitaph,
how to mark its passing,
how to make it feel like home.
Tomorrow I'll dig again,
and do the same thing with today
if God grants me my spade and strength.
And tomorrow will become just another place where I used to live.
Today, though, is like a small shy bird,
a fluttering sparrow
that might just come to me,
if I can learn to ask well.
And the question is,
What is the question?

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