the flowers
are too much. too many.
the air
is confused with roses
and mums,
daffodils and tulips.
it's hard
to breathe in a room like
this.
with life and death
together.
side by side.
and the mourners so quiet,
well dressed.
hugging, kissing.
polite and respectful.
wondering
wondering, who's next.
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