the cemetery yet

I pass the cemetery of long ago. There are no more buried here these days. A single marker from the early 1800s listing the names of the passed as well as “and some children.” So, so sad.

About 20 degrees and no snow yet, bitter wind and a one mile path walk to the cemetery. I have come here to find something. I turn over rocks and look the trees. Pass my hand along fences and draw blood along barbwire. I pray harder through here, more frequently. I mix my life with the wind of others.


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Dad, hiker, writer.
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