Akiva Shapiro
The sun rising over fenceposts
Dapples our masked faces
Through tangled lilac blooms
In the void left by hushed prayers
Cicadas chirp in rhythm
Interspersed with birdsong
Like leaves in morning breeze
We sway, our words tracing
A serpentine path; vines o’er oak
Folding chairs set in grass
Sink into dew-damp earth
And betray life’s evanescence
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