The narrow road
flows down the valley,
past hedge row, vineyard, orchard,
red farmhouses and
white mansions;
their black fences are lines
defining isolation
from the grey shacks decaying
where rough life once rejoiced!
I enter our little cemetery
where you wait
for my simple gifts…..
home-grown flowers,
a prayer,
a tear.
I’ll visit again
tomorrow.
This is so beautiful. I bring Arlene candy.
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