A boy of seven, equal parts
confidence and unsureness,
walking behind his siblings
and his parents,
headed towards a cemetery.
And the world is alive with green
and his brother and sister
alive with rancor,
but his parents seem to be
some other place,
some place much grayer, like
a hospital room, with their
quiet voices, and distant eyes.
And the tie around his neck
is vexing, he keeps pulling at it;
walking what seems like miles until
they get to a larger group of
dressed-up people.
And so, now, this is death:
dressed up people by a beautiful lake,
his brother and sister jostling each other,
and his own thoughts on what it would be like
to be on the bridge of the Enterprise
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