The Memory Garden
It’s a hard pill to swallow knowing
In four months we’ve lost some of
The best actors
The best writers
The best musicians.
It seems the gravedigger never puts on the forceps
In between shovels of dirt and mud and misery,
But the gardener waters budding flowers for us
To garnish our tables and nurture our kin.
There’s life in those roots that are plucked from the ground
And even more so when they’re put beneath it.
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An ode to every talent, and how the legendary status gained by hard work and warming charisma is never lost. Not in death, not in decades.