in a line of cars heading
towards
the cemetery.
it's a funeral procession
that i can't
get out of.
so i turn my lights on
like everyone else
and follow them in.
i'm a part of it now.
we park
and get out.
there's crying, and
sadness.
it begins to rain as
the service goes on.
everyone is in black, but
me.
i'm wearing a bright
yellow tropical beach
shirt,
shorts, flip flops and
a Margaritaville hat.
people come up to me,
and tell me
what a fan she was of
Jimmy Buffet.
they pat me on the back,
and hug me.
you really knew her,
didn't you, they tell me,
and then everyone
breaks out into
a spontaneous sing along
to changes in latitudes.
there's dancing
in the rain.
it's a happy after all.
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