In a Village of Many Ash Trees

Palm Sunday 2014

the clock of St. Leonard will tell only

one time. Two minutes to eight.

It’s four-thirty,

a shattered sunlight catches on

gravestones, hides names from view,

keeps the late of this parish, secret;

causes you to struggle as you read their fate

in polished marble or mis-placed lead letters.

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