DON KINGFISHER CAMPBELL At the Cemetery
Garden
What else is there to do
But stroll amongst the flowers
Hold hands and stop
And hug and lean heads
And kiss on the concrete walkway
Take cell phone pictures
To remember our story here too
Later, a poem, maybe even
Published somewhere online
Or in a soon-to-be archaic book
Immortalizing the couple
In love with each other’s eyes
And noses and lips and
Ears and necks and torsos
Intermingling genitals for the rush
Because personalities match
According to the scientific plan
It makes us feel alive before
Illness or accident can strike
And we join the great recycling
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