When just a boy
his Aunt Eva sat at table
playing cards with her friends
they called themselves The Magpies
and he crawled beneath
among their sequoia legs
while over head the squawking
of the birds
At the internment of this aunt
one lone magpie
flew into the small cemetery
as if to say
I am here
I am here
remember me
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