are
the crossing the road.
i cop shows up with flares
and
his car
with the party lights on.
a crowd gathers.
children
come to watch and sit on
the curb.
i like that one, a mother says.
she's the queen
i think
look at her plaid shiny shell.
someone brings out
coffee
and buns.
lawn chairs arrive.
everyone is quiet though,
respectful
as they move slowly
one after the other, in a steady
march,
their heads
pointed forward to the woods
and water
beyond.
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