Sheltered with the dead
as visitors run from
sudden rain,
I watch a stranger in another crypt
watch me.
Falling plum blossoms
bury the wet walk.
-Carol Brockfield
Whistling Fire, July 2011
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Sheltered with the dead
as visitors run from
sudden rain,
I watch a stranger in another crypt
watch me.
Falling plum blossoms
bury the wet walk.
-Carol Brockfield
Whistling Fire, July 2011