Wreath

I wrote a poem in the graveyard today,

a sonnet by death's shore.

The tombstones shuffled and oh

how I'd like for them to move some more.

I planted something nice today

flowers for a wreath

Oh please, oh please,

something come up from underneath.

I went to the graveyard

yes yet again

and you just won't believe

where the tombstones have been.

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[Tim]

I find these to be whimsical words. I get the feeling the narrative is from someone who is possibly high watching tombstones shuffle in his head. Sorry if that's an insult.