Remnants
We planted the vegetable garden,
And moved
Across town, to a home with a smaller
Backyard
I often pictured another family (blond
Mother,
Dark-haired father, two little girls, not
Unlike
My family, but just not us) kneeling or
Crouching
Uncovering the carrots and onions
I want
To warn them—do not dig too far to
The left
What would they make of our pets’ bones,
Remnants
That stay until they have crumbled into
soil
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2 comments:
Hell of an ending. I had an image in my head that gave me shivers.
Wow.
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