Sunday, May 31, 2009
At the Cemetery
I rode my bike thru the town cemetery last night at dusk. I was looking for answers in the names etched in the cold stone. Would the dead give the answers I so desperately seek? Why do I feel the stares of the townsfolk digging into my back only to see averted glances when I look back? Why do I feel like Meridith Baxer Birney in a Lifetime movie? The answers will come and this I vow!