Tuesday, June 14, 2011

18


1 comment:

Rob-bear said...

The local cemetery,
number 18 on the road.
Location of dread,
of celebration,
of grave undertakings.

But when there is no funeral,
it is a quite place.
A public space
where any venturer may
sit,
rest,
write,
draw,
or dream.
Those are
grave undertakings,
too.