DOWN FROM THE MOUNTAIN
I brought the man down from the mountain
in a box; he was holding a dead-man's letter
in his clasped hands, addressed to no one
in particular. I never did take it from him.
We just buried him instead. Lilacs grew from
that point, some years later. Lilacs with letters
instead of blooms. Bees and birds seemed
always buzzing around.
in a box; he was holding a dead-man's letter
in his clasped hands, addressed to no one
in particular. I never did take it from him.
We just buried him instead. Lilacs grew from
that point, some years later. Lilacs with letters
instead of blooms. Bees and birds seemed
always buzzing around.
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