I planted my soul,
And I went into the world.
Someday I will climb back there,
Dispatched and over,
Or I will have one of my children fetch it.
And I will again speak to the sky for comfort,
And ask the plates about divorce,
I will be ready for their answers.
Slowly my track will become lighter,
And my bones hollower,
Until with the full laughter of my life,
Every Spring comes to bloom at once.
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