To the Men Who Mow the County Graveyards
Charlotte Matthews
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It won’t be long before the designs you form are echoed
in the shivering leaves of an ash tree right there on the hillside
and because it’s November those patterns will remain
all winter long, a sort of engraved, emblazoned pattern.


