the family reunion is like a
merry-go-round in the park
of regrets, bad choices,
fights and childish feuds
we are gathered here today
to pay our lingering respects
the dying parade for
the living to witness
young'uns now have
young'uns of their own
we own them all in
a whirligig of blood
dance of oxygen
in body and soul
smoke of a candle snuffed
lingering like incense
leaf shadow patterns
fall like memories of
the stations of the cross
anyone got a footy?
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