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Poem between lines of Tretheway's "Graveyard Blues"
It rained the whole time we were laying her down;
Plucked from earth to elsewhere, some fantasy. She left like water after a rain, running to the sun to again slide down. And it
Rained from church to grave when we put her down.
Soaked the soil, left it muddied. Someone stifled a cry but the wet and cold made it sound like a sinus problem. There was something funny about it, but not in that moment. There,
The **** of mud at our feet was a hollow sound.
"Graveyard Blues" is by Natasha Tretheway, from her 2006 collection Native Guard.
Blue Springs, Missouri
(Blue Springs, Missouri)
Yue Wang Yitkbel
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