perhaps

the green is everywhere,
the roll 

of land.
the metal and stone
markers.
the mourners of these
dead, gone too.
the trees alive
longer
than anyone here
today.
the sky is big.
full
of blue, of white.
a june sun
seeks us out in the unshaded
land
around the tent.
the body will
be lowered later.
later, after the words
are said.
the flowers laid.
after the cars have
gone away. perhaps she'll
be happy here,

at last.