Riverview

We cruised necropoli on Saturday.
A section of the city came to be
the area where mortuaries lay.
And when we chose to park and walked to see
some cryptic sections for this family
or that, amid old trees and plaques of stone,
we gentled into connectivity –
amid the dead we didn’t feel alone.

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