From the hole,
remains of what have been
left to examine sits

besides what can be,
next or taken from
what has gone

over, or into
a departure.
The gap where the roots
were torn and the curve
in the frozen earth
will thaw and the rake
pulled through the clumps
grow and compost,
is laid like spring blankets,

when the blackbirds will peck
at the dips and leaves
covering the soil
as a response to winters cold
imperfect suffering.

Dried rough by air
sharp with new light,
that returns comforting
as a first touch
after a long absence.
to surprise us.

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