poetry, writing

Solemness

The man frantically waved at the cars to stop.

A limo, a town car, and a hearse pulled out.

The other cars paused, a sign of respect,

For the grieving family mourning their dead.

The line of cars continued, at least 30 deep,

As the processional moved down the road

Then turned down a side rural street.

Off to say their final goodbyes.


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