The leaves start their gossip,
As the wind passes them.
The mist is unsettled
as the feet swarm the area.
Figures in black,
with downcast eyes,
Keepers of a dark secret.
The stony silence.
The stifled sobs;
The tears mixing with the rain.
The dirt is leveled
and the mourners pay
their last respects
to the Boston sunset.
powerful imagery, though i dont quite get the link with the funeral and boston sunset. =\
ReplyDeleteThe person who died lived in Boston. So it's like the sun went down on him...
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