copper green wings
and Old Glory

cap a marble stone pillar
between locust trees

between a four-story parking garage
and the public library

or old Post Office
and a cathedral

as pigeons take flight
this stone pillar

the color of mourning dove wings
hoists laurel leaves

toward the midday moon


Parks, Recreation, and Cemetery Commission
says it all, doesn’t it

for those who died laughing
or just having fun

or want to be buried
under home plate

though they claim this
as their hardworking city

but I’m not running for Mayor
sensing I’d be buried

in the end

poem copyright 2016 by Jnana Hodson



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