1:24 p.m. - 2005-10-21
Lunch hour Mourners
Stopped abruptly on the side of the street.
Smoking cigarette dangling from careless fingers.
Radio wailing something dark, angst-driven.
Car idling. Mind idling.
The cars on the other side of the street creep slowly by.
Lights on.
I turn my head and crane to see.
Peering through sun-hazed, dark-tinted windshields
Squinting my own eyes to see into theirs.
Straining to catch a glimpse of their grief.
The funeral procession slowly rolls past.
