Dig A Hole, Part 2

Time heals, said my master.
Yes, I nodded, and it also
Pushes and bites

And kicks at my arms

And my bruised legs.

My master looked away.
She gave me a spade
To dig holes for my grief,
Where blossom fell briefly,
Though not today.

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