"Blink"

This poem took two funeral processions to get written down.  It is a reflection on that very sad part of life - death, and the Southern way of honoring the dead as they move to their final resting place.  People in the rural South pull their cars over for the dead and their mourners - a tradition lost in urban areas and other parts of the US.

As I said, it was written in two parts - it first came to me on the long drive from the funeral home to our family cemetary where we buried my grandfather.  It revisited me two months later as I was driving in my husband's aunt's funeral procession.  I managed to jot it down without running over the car in front of me. 

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Ciao for now...
Mel