A visit with the stones,
who lay quietly,
their memorized verses
speaking with the maples.

The dashes in the dates,
the flowers at the head,
identify an island of time
in an ocean of stillness.

We expect to walk
and care for the solid
life, then leave behind
permanence, to soar.

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2 Responses to Reunion

  1. smilecalm says:

    nearby, where the high school,
    sheriffs dept, jail & cemetary
    i can sense the movement
    through the air 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Tom says:

    Yes, you must be near one, SmileCalm…


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