awaiting
by Marcel Aime Duclos

early Friday evening
main street rests empty
in this sleepy riverside town
shoe-shop crowd at home
away from the din
after a long week

a mile away
up the old country road
the neglected cemetery
suffers a recent wound

black farmland earth
cries mounded beside the hole
awaits the morrow’s
burial at ten
while in the darkening hours
a dusting of fresh snow
purifies the site

she was only five



 

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