Non-Event Poem by Francis Santaquilani

Non-Event

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i am a

non-event,

whereas you were the dawn.

my boldest statements fizzle,

like the long shadows of the trees

stretched across the bright green lawn

the morning of your funeral.

the fresh flowers on your grave and

your weedless plot are expected

and always noted,

but never the deliverer

nor the weeder.

Monday, October 17, 2005
Topic(s) of this poem: funeral
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