years, but finally i find the time
to go
visit my
mother's final resting place.
a grassy
slope somewhere
in Bladensburg.
a cemetery
famous for the civil soldiers
and before
that former slaves
emancipated
by old Abe.
no trees,
no markers, no benches,
nothing to find
the spot
where they buried her.
just a rusted fence
leaning
onto itself,
a gateless gate.
i walk around for awhile,
calling out
her name.
hey, mom, where are you?
is there a Marie in the house?
i know you're here
somewhere.
somewhere below this
cold hard
ground.
and then
it begins to rain.
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