PEACEFUL
REFLECTIONS
Months
after your passing, I hid
clandestine
notes under a brick
behind
a statue of Jesus.
I
imagined the words skipping
free,
delving beneath the gravesite,
and
you, dousing the crimson pyre
Of
past pain with my smudging tears.
All
quiet here. Peaceful reflections
flutter
skyward like summer doves.
In
sadder graves imps gnash their teeth
in
other-worldly cacophony.
I
watch the children kicking
a
soccer ball across the green.
I
shudder at sneakered feet
walking
across my someday grave.
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