Walking though the church graveyard
on the busy corner of Central Ave. and Main,
I wonder do the dead hear
footsteps on their ceiling,
does the ground admit the crisp air
of an underdeveloped spring,
do souls obey
the laws of traffic.
©A. D. Joyce, 2014
I am certain that they are part of the foundation everywhere I walk, but didn’t stick around to see how the story proceeds and ends. Sometimes I hope they did–both to feel the bad and the good, to take responsibility.
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I believe the living and the dead have to take responsibility for their own lives but I’m not certain of anything. 🙂 Thanks for stopping by, Susan.
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