A Green Light Prayer
Bogged down at a red light.
At Ascension cemetery and St. Mary's drive
I gazed a graveside service.
The mourners spaced few and far between,
mostly in black-still as wet granite.
All were covid masked... properly.
The newly departed performed social distancing-flawlessly.
My prayer was answered when the light turned halo green.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2020
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