FUNERAL TRAIN
-for my wife's grandma foster

1: does the wind feel colder
off the river
reflecting nothing
but mallards

roll down the window
i want to hear
the wind
filled with swallows

2: i have forgotten how to say
the rosary, so i mumble
with rusted knees
the songs she used to sing to my father

it's all right if the words are wrong

3: the numbers on
the calling card
just wore out

© Kenneth P. Mitchell

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