Wildflower
for Martita
I lay a wildflower on the coffin. Look
you pale-voiced mourners, at a gaiety
and freeness that inhabits all the art
and act of life. Who knew it more than she?
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for Martita
I lay a wildflower on the coffin. Look
you pale-voiced mourners, at a gaiety
and freeness that inhabits all the art
and act of life. Who knew it more than she?