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Ran over a dead sparrow with the lawn mower,

probably going to need a new mower.

Tossed what was left of it into the compost heap with the yard trimmings.

So the sparrow eventually ends up in my wife’s flower garden,

perhaps incarnated as a daffodil, or some such,

don’t know really know to much about what kind of flowers she grows,

but they do make the yard look nice.

Categories: Poetry
  1. July 28, 2010 at 6:00 am

    Haha…this is a man poet poem all right.
    It’s actually quite beautiful.


  2. July 28, 2010 at 6:01 am

    great simplicity… great reasoning. thanks.

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