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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Ellen Austin-Li


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On a Visit to St. Mary's Cemetery

The walk up the cemetery hill
looks like it did five decades ago,
though with more tombstones
and fuller trees. I stand breathless
in front of my father's grave,
bend to brush gathered dirt
from the dates. I've not stayed
with anything long enough
to make my name, like you,
I sigh. A chill wind lifts my hair,
raises the skin on my arms.
A red-tailed hawk circles
below clouds that race overhead,
a sunbeam appears and warms
my face—uplifted. And can't I see
I'm finally standing still?