A Dream of Père Lachaise Cemetery

Once, in a graveyard full of light

Filled with tombs and cement angels like

Crowded teeth in a fish’s mouth

Stained green by time

Laughter and music and love notes

All balled up at the feet of those headstones

Hydrangea scent suspended in the plinging guitar

A lanky brown cat here and there

And trees like falling pink rain

Petals blanketing my step

As I reach the top of the hill

The scene beneath me.

This poem is about: 
Me
My country
Our world

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