Rest
All the trimmed details
of the burial
are finished,
as the summer solstice
breeze
glides with the softness
of a mother's arms,
through the ancient cemetery
where we waited to place your urn,
big and blue as the sky, until summers canopy welcomed you
with the history
of wisdom
into the soft earth,
just so your first night home
would not surprise you
with the solitude of winter.
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