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Tuesday, August 18, 2009

warm green grass
in the cemetery
calls to me

2 comments:

diana l. said...

This one makes me keep rereading it.

Dennis Tomlinson said...

After I'd written this one I thought I was being morbid, yearning for the grave! Though the cemetery I'm thinking of could almost be a quiet little park with green lawns and benches.