12.17.2012

The agreement

The agreement


A man with quiet eyes was digging by a path.
When the widow came along he smiled and said,
“Good afternoon, widow. How are you doing
these days?”“It is not the same without my husband”.
Striking the shovel into the dirt he leaned forward
but did not speak. “How are you?” she asked.
“Your husband was a good man”. The widow smiled.
“Gravedigger, you keep his grave well. I appreciate that.
When I die, dig him up and put my body under his.”
Looking down the handle of the shovel,
he nodded and smiled.


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