| Graveyard Gazing |
| On a cool spring day, birds sing in blue sky
while from a redbrick building, with dirt-covered windows, a girl sits at her desk staring across the way and sighs. She looks out on the pot-holed parking lot that sits behind the building, with its cars lined up in neat little rows, some shiny, some dull, but quiet just the same. A silver wire fence on a concrete wall surrounds the graveyard, stones and all. Tall stones, short ones, thick and thin. The girl wonders who they are that rest within. Her green eyes gaze at the graveyard across the way, her ears listen as the birds sing. But her heart thumps with need and a desire to join those in the graveyard and sleep just the same. |
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