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Disappear

Disappear

on the way

to the big box store

we passed a cemetery

where they welcomed

someone new

the tent was raised

in surrender

the chairs aligned

like pews

the crews waiting

in the shadows

with their shovels

ever ready

and the flowers, too,

are dying

where they lay

like the one

left standing there

that cold, cold day

TL

Published inTamiko Lowery