Through
the continuing flow
the soft roar
between
life & death
A spring of children slide
over your step
headstones out of order
unmarked
but remembered
a tiny figure skating
the long brush between frost
oh-so-light so lightly sent
in shifts
a white sleeve
drapped over the ghostly bank
as quiet children watch from the graves
their lost numbers
un-marked
moths fluttering by a candle
a river of iron
the fencework chasing a weak sun
and
the ground lifted
poured and packed
the cemetery
never sleeps
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