Memorial Service

We stood in the hot sun next to cornfields.

The corn, tall and tassled, bowed in the wind.

We stood on a ridge with an endless view,

the impression of green grass and blue sky

forever etched in our minds…and the wind,

hot and dry in the midday sun that burned

while the girl played her flute, and its sweet sound

mingled with the wind and the butterflies.

The grass bent under our feet, remembering:

at this memorial, we were present.


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