Family Reunion

A Poem by Brian Le Lay

The evening burned around the edges.
Sunshine scathed our retinas.
We walked the cemetery paths.
 
With too much inertia, our eyes
Caught fire, and our hair.                        
We were visiting relatives
 
None of us having written letters,
Or wielding white flowers
Wrapped in napkins, or golden
 
Tourniquets, but shock when we saw
The headstone with identical
Birth and death dates.

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