Poetry: ‘The cemetery’
Why does the cemetery
close at night
went there anyway.
tears are warmer than raindrops.
my sweater hung cold and stiff as he asked if I wanted to wait out the rain.
odd question, I thought.
yes, it’s too late now, he replied.
the fluffy dog will get a bath upon homeward arrival.
I do hope the warm water is working again and that I find the hair drier for his coat.
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