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Poetry: ‘The cemetery’

Photo Eva Wilson

    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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