spreading the ashes
there isn’t a test at the end
just a quickie sayonara
maybe a sign of the cross
by lady madonna herself
the clouds over the cemetery
dissipate in an instant
and for a very brief moment
we thought we all died
a few short blocks away
someone’s digging a hole
planting a forever tree
in somebody else’s honor
september two thousand twenty-four
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