Pal Bearer
Through grass heft casket white
where green waits to swallow hard
the dreams of lovers and friends.
On a day the wind bullied clouds
skirts waved goodbye over bended knee
of hurt prayer and plea.
I saw the one whom knew
what none above could:
Peace.
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