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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