I found a dead bird
on the side of the road;
I picked a few weeds
and carried her down
to the woods with the handful
of false dandelions
and dwarf cinquefoil
and bird's-foot violets,
then laid her down
in the largest puddle
that I could find
in the dry creek bed.
On Easter I went back,
down in the woods,
to see if the bird was still dead.
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