Dirt trail to the left of the parking lot
An area of cars sitting while their owners visit the dead at the cemetery to the right
Dusk is upon us as the parking lot is empty
We hop a small fence and walk that trail
Over brambles of spiny plants just as dead as the bodies behind us
Amidst all of that I find a single sunflower stalk with its flower as bright as day
I cut it down and take it with me
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 2:41 AM UTC
Dirt trail to the left of the parking lot
An area of cars sitting while their owners visit the dead at the cemetery to the right
Dusk is upon us as the parking lot is empty
We hop a small fence and walk that trail
Over brambles of spiny plants just as dead as the bodies behind us
Amidst all of that I find a single sunflower stalk with its flower as bright as day
I cut it down and take it with me
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