Funeral Procession II
A field in Amherst, Massachusetts
The white lady passes as a shade
over the bursts of buttercup
We will paint murals of her, later
and let her Mona Lisa smile
double over lychen encrusted bricks
For now- we will whisper Susie's name
and hug the ghome's girlhood
after the carriage kindly stopped
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