Epitaph
Oct 8th, 2009 | By Eric Miller | Category: Poetry | 432 viewsA cold wind blew through the cemetery’s
canals of tall grass, causing each blade
to bend in mourning
Stalactite tears hung from tombstone
eyes, as memories darted about
like kites in the sky
The epitaph spoke with the sound of
her voice: “Good life, good death,
good-bye.”
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About Eric Miller: Eric Miller is a retired dentist who has laid down his drill for a quill. His work appears or is forthcoming in Foundling Review, Calliope Nerve, Clockwise Cat, Flutter Poetry Journal, Poetry Friends, The Cynic Online Magazine, Word Catalyst, Short Humour, Word Slaw, Stories that Lift, Blink | Ink, Boston Literary Magazine, Writers’Bloc (Rutgers), The Storyteller, and The Stray Branch. |
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