And Then-
they lowered his casket six feet down into the cold ground.
They shoveled him under as I wept-
and then the green grass grew over.
I planted pretty flowers around his headstone
and they soared high in the summer sun.
One year, five, ten years and still I keep coming back
to this place of tears,
to weep. And then I lay
on the green grass over him
whispering my love
to brittle bones buried six feet under. I am frozen
in this past sorrow . . . and then, and then, and then.
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April 14, 2017
Verse/And Then
Copyright Protected, ID 892441
And Then
John Lawless
Fifth Place
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