A mellow Sunday toward the end of March,

afternoon walk through Mount Pleasant Cemetery:

cheerful faces of gregarious strangers

amid the stiff and vigilant headstones.


In a high pine beside the graveyard chapel,

rumour has it there's an eagle nesting:

the sixtyish pair in masks and polo shirts

says it's a must-see, its wings "gigantic."


Today I have coaxed myself out of claustration

and stepped with aching feet into the wee

pocket of green our bustling suburb keeps


crowded with the slabbed and silent dead—

and several walkers, joggers, kids on bikes

alive to celebrate this bright spring day.

Poetry by Thomas D The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-03-22 at 06:09

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dott Print text Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
The pleasantness of the moment oozes off the page, it's lovely :) This made me smile, and feel good, merci.

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Nicely written Thomas and good for you to get out. Interesting juxtaposition joggers among the dead.