In my thoughts watercolor sphere, raindrops pressure the paint to smear The cloudburst continues till the globe is clear , the prism in my piece of the world then slowly reappears This January mindset brushes the morning black and gray Frozen in herringbone horizons .. Lifeless grass dappled in shadow Brown leaf vortices Aged hardwood and windswept - duck ponds , killdeer and wild geese quietly call Perusing the land of the dead from every angle , hilltop to depression , marble bench to mausoleum Every date , every unique bronze plate , verse , military branch and belief , every flowered motif Memorial gardens teach , I have the sensation of their ghost standingΒ just beyond my reach
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