Tuesday, May 27, 2014

Sunshine

We went to a funeral
In the rain.
A green burial
Birdsong
A poem.

When most folk had left
A lone woman stood by the grave
Singing a song
Powerfully
In a strange language
In the rain

Then we went to the pub and had cakes and ale.
There will always be Sunshine.



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