if i die

if i die
in May or June
find a branch
of hawthorn bloom

lay it sweetness
on my chest
that i take the best
of earth with me.

if i die
on darker days
mark my place
and bring me dear.

black root wrapped
and green wood scion
to guard my mound
and pick my ashes clean

to fill spring air
with scent and blush
that feeds winter beggers
robin, finch and thrush

-dave kavanagh

 

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