The Funeral

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And I went to his funeral.
The procession was magnificent.
Above his head flew airplanes.
And she — confused and
mournful.
In her eyes glimmered
the city’s glow.
And though her eyelashes
were wet with tears,
her face was radiant —
as if embroidered
with memories.
That was the wife at her husband’s funeral,
and the summary of his life.