Monday, April 11, 2011
Bon Voyage
The day we buried grandma
the day of five funerals
a day when fun hid itself
behind the trees
with the bees
yes, that day of dark cloud,
mounds and rounds
of soft grey earth
I wanted to say to the lowering,
to the box in the ground
to the white lilies going down
Where Gran? Where to now?
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