Diamond Hill Cemetery
still too much
wind
in the trees
gleaming new
obelisk
at the entrance—
Love Hope
the old talisman
stones
are gone
but fresh ones
cluster
at the signpost’s
base
some pleas
the same—cancer
and some new—
my sanity
a mourning dove
calls
across the humid-
thick air
from the heavy
scrub forest
surrounding
this green clearing
