the headstone arrives
and is set
upon
my father's
final resting place
in Arlington.
his name,
his birth date and place,
and the day
he died are
all engraved.
they play taps for him.
which he would
have liked,
unsentimental
as he was.
but i imagine a tear might
fall from
one or two
of his ocean blue eyes,
along with
an embarrassed laugh,
and a hand
that would brush
aside
such ceremony.
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