Rockville Cemetery
Among broken stones
folded over soft grass
we linger.
See how the fallen pillar
leans
on the graven rock?
Someday
they’ll search
for us, too.
In this garden,
beyond
all calamity,
beneath sunny lawns
in a deeper shade
we’ll fill our own space
and in peace
we’ll wait.
poem by Steven Federle
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