Florida had a cool front push through the other morning ;the Mississippi
northerlies were blowing white caps on the bay; and my shovel just exhumed
another corspe at about the five foot level; poor Thomas my mud man refused
to jump into the pit until I could explain exactly what we were looking at
.....
Silver secret

January morning cold and bright
spades turn or' the earth left and right
uncovering the past that no one knew
pry open the secrets;
for just a few

Tomb collasped and masonry shifted
final rest ,all up lifted

There she lay all brittle and cold
coffee colored skeleton;
 a few centries old

Slack jawed with little to say
BUT
she must have been something in her day

Silk and taffstta lay in scraps
cage for a hoop dress
still intact

But whats this way down yonder
hinged to the pelvis
to make it sounder

silver belt ,with little heart lock
just a reminder..
to
forget  me not.

Michael 2003 Florida panhandle

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