I love to stand in the graveyard,
underneath the hanging branches
of the old palm tree –
its: broad arms sheltering
headstones that inform –
of lives that are now at peace.
At funerals,I hide from showers
under the sprawling limbs
of this majestic icon –
where earth is dry, protected
from hailstones and hot sun: below
this sacred tree tranquility reigns.
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