Tuesday, May 7, 2019

Union Cemetery

There's frost laying across their beds
this morning, like it did
when we were kids in Vermont
No central heat, they slept us
three in a bed. Admitted
by cracks in the window, frost
lay across our bed in stripes.
We three haven't gone
to our beds yet, but I think
I know what it will be like.
Cold.

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