The Elephant In the Room

it was a dark november day the clouds hanging ominous time seeming to stand still the sun long gone astray in a dark most somber mood we headed toward memorial hill feeling quiet lost in deep in thought facing our mortality each in solitude one of so many funeral processions more than we could have forgot deported somehow somewhere away friends and families unanswered questions a grey hush falling over us as we prefer not to make a fuss politely refusing to discuss that we all have a ticket on that bus ”We slowly drove he knew no haste” - Emily Dickinson AP: Honorable Mention 2020 Submitted on February 15, 2020 for contest LINES TO AWAKEN YOUR MUSE sponsored by JOSEPH MAY - RANKED 3RD