Emily Stout May 6, 2013 - 11:17am
One day we leave the city for its limits
To chase long-rested leaves off family graves
And let the children play among the mausoleums.
We are not all farmers anymore—
At first hands fumble with a spade into dark
Beds of pioneers whose stones stare back our name.
Let the lilies go? We are but idle strangers
Let us thin them and find each other
Emily Stout is a graduate of the University of Illinois, Champaign-Urbana English Program. She works nights as a registered nurse in the oncology deparment of a Midwestern hospital.
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