The Garden

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I found a chick

on the path

to the garden

Blood, like rust

matted against

soft tufts.

Curious, death suddenly

felt not like looking through

the broken window

of an abandoned house.

The impulse to punish

the cat, or God

escaped me.

Clouds are crossing slow today.

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