CEMETERY
We found ourselves somehow walking
beneath the monstrous oaks and elms
still standing. At my feet was the grave
of a grandmother I never knew. The
crazy one, the one put away, the one
who died in the the asylum far off. What
little I remembered right then beckoned:
The expansive hillside lawn, the bright,
white sun, and all those ghost people
just walking about. (Leave the
mystery, don't take it out).
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