I took a long walk,
ate some graveyard blackberries
while clearing my mind.

I skirted the edges,
admiring fields and woods,
noting stray markers.

It seems the mowers
have lost sight of them,
fading into the verges.

I straighten some vases,
arrange the cars of a child
gone for many years.

“There you go buddy,”
I whispered, some tears starting-
I didn’t know him.

The concrete angel
knelt nearby, the features worn.
I can’t visit you.

I’ll meet you halfway.
Please come to my dreams tonight,
as you used to do.