Sunday, March 20, 2011

The Procession

Today I lay a dear friend to rest.
I proceed along Bardstown, dressed in black,
Toward the final resting place.

Along the way I glance out the window
And happen to spot you on the sidewalk
Accompanied by a group of unknowns.

I come to realize that you, like I,
Have chosen to don the funereal shade.
Did you know of my affairs?...

Of course not...but perhaps
You are attending your own procession,
Marching solemnly with other mourners.

Maybe we each have something to bury—
Perhaps we wish to bury each other
And lay our past to rest.

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