The two of you browse the
Grass aisles of the gravestone shop
Stuck between then and now at Locust and Cherry, with
The truckers and the teachers passing.
Marble blocks scatter on the little
Hill and you squint in their glare.
You two know this road real well– so well you hardly
See the 24-hour pharmacy, the neon car wash.
None was there when this shed on the
Hill went up. When the family started providing.
Time slides past, snapshots inside a memory held
Weightless and you, both, dragging your feet.
You two. Determined to finish your tidy-up to-do
List, so you both can put this worry to rest.
On the low rise, at the intersection, the two of you, one
Balmy and plain old day.