DAILY PHOTO: Trees in a Graveyard
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trees are bare,
and the grass is brown -
graveyard winter

In the graveyard kneel so many mourning, wailing widows and widowers — weak-kneed and hanging off tombstones.
Carved of marble or cast of bronze, and meant to last an eon.
How odd to imagine a permanent mourner.
In the time marble can be carved, I’d prefer any subject on my gravestone to be captured leaning back in a boisterous belly-laugh with a beer can in hand.
Taken on December 27, 2019 in Budapest.



