Sunday, January 6, 2008


A short song
out of tune but sincere
sung in parts that won’t harmonize.

Flowers arranged in neat rows
all of them primary colors:
blue, yellow, red.

Black dresses and suits
for contrast
hands folded, resting in laps.

Bowed heads rise
file slowly past
and then leave for home.

The silence
is just what I was expecting.

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