sometime after palm sunday
it’s palm sunday and almost anyone
who gives a rip is doing high-fives
in web browsers and church parking lots
there’s a long line of cars stretched
for blocks near the epicenter of history
as if the life of the most famous person
in the city is hanging in the balance
in the old days there were no combustible
engines making the skies sadder
than they already are
mourners journeying to burial grounds
for what seemed to take a day or two or three
april two thousand twenty
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This might be my favorite of all time! xo
thank you Lara/Trace!