Rather the Point
I looked for my godmother's grave
as I walked through Mount Pleasant today.
Didn't find it, and no great matter.
The search for it was rather the point,
and not the finding or the unfinding.
Poetry by Uncle Meridian
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Written on 2023-05-03 at 03:42
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