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gravestone face

 

A Graveyard Poem–

the click of recognition

 

The moment when I knew

I must return to earth–

a click of recognition

to say: ‘here is my home.’

 

The dark New England tomb,

which will always mean;

you have to live,

and dig into the crevice.

 

The suffocating attic room

of the pale country girl

confined in a lifetime service,

to the family below.

 

 

Heat of August air

tears into granite stone.

A hand shaped stone,

a woman shaped tree,

 

Poetry: Sarah Fuhro

Photo: Sarah Fuhro

 

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