My father's casket
Disappears in deep black earth
Honey wood buried
Florida weather
Always demands blazing sun
Sweat sticky fingers
Today it is raining
My ten year old mind thinks it's
Just like the movies
I'm breathing heavy
This cannot be the last time
I see my father
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