why, he asks
in the grass by the oak
a brown wren motionless
flies buzzing, a cat lurking
why, asks the five year old
in the homemade coop
the pink eyed pet rabbit
on its side, not moving
why, asks the seven year old
a visit to grandma’s
aunts in black weeping
a vacant chair by the stove
why, asks the twelve year old
in the white hospital room
family and strangers attending
mother’s labored breathing stops
why, asks the sixty year old
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How poignant, Jack.
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