In this sunny place I’ll plant a pine
in memory of those I loved;
intensely, fiercely, destructively,
into the soil, soft and deep,
watered with aching tears –
trembling hands caressing
the tiny leaves
timidly reaching out for me -
here it shall stand still with time;
while each new needle growing
will sew together year by year
a picture, new, without a mark,
from the scattered fragments of my heart.

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