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Askance
And the cemetery was thunderstruck, so was I. Cold, gray, March evening— winds pushing the clouds spewing slanting icy rain, with a low angry murmur. From the traffic signal I saw you, standing firm on the ground your neck stretched upward, looking directly above past the rain that occluded your view Your blonde hair flew in all directions and your hands —planted steadily by your side unlike men and women who stand with heads bowed down and hands clasped in prayer for their dead. Who were they I wonder, whose grief stabs your soul! A child you carried in your womb, Or a husband who walked your side? Was it mom who provided you shade Or dad whose shoulders you rode? A sister who hugged you in those times Or a brother whose shoes you stumbled upon? A friend without who was your sunshine Or a beau who had your heart? Wanted to stand stealthily behind you Or throw a rock at the sky above. But who was I to disturb the defiance? Your repartee with the wizard, your moments of askance— “Lord, why did you pluck them? And since You did Now, strike me dead Don’t want this world Where they don’t tread” 2nd place in contest "Any poem you ever penned"
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