ROAM cadavermy son and i dug a grave
while i worked i thought about the blue bonnets along the highway
taking pictures with their sons and daughters
kindled quietly, the birth of spring
earlier, i found a bundle on a walk along the creek
we were alone and in a moment of weakness my possessiveness took over me and begged me keep them
hidden from our brothers and sisters
spring, for a moment, was mine
i held it in my hand and felt its skin
rough and tender at once along the grooves of my palm
and loose grasp in its limb held dirt
it did not let go, nor did i expect it to
