I shall gather leaves and berries
roots and bark
making preparations...
On a blanket of bluebonnets
I shall lay you down
my collection of bones
sprinkling stars
like pixie dust
into your eyes
and brushing across your lips
the petals of the wild primrose
with strips of willowbark
I shall reassemble you
bathe you in the milky way
placing then,
each your sorrows upon
a leaf
setting them adrift
one by one into
a pool of my tears
I shall gather you into my arms
sing for you
a song of the river
of time immemorial
and
lulled into your first quiet sleep
continuing to hold you
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