Dancing flame against
rows of silent stones,
a red fox sets the
tombstone garden ablaze.
Stopping once,
where earth absorbed
my tears.
A sign from my son?
Hair at birth bright as
a new copper penny.
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Dancing flame against
rows of silent stones,
a red fox sets the
tombstone garden ablaze.
Stopping once,
where earth absorbed
my tears.
A sign from my son?
Hair at birth bright as
a new copper penny.