Two black-boxes
from two separate flights
landed six feet under,
and fourteen years apart,
in the same exact location,
beneath the weeping willow trees.
He is wearing the dark suit,
that he wore to weddings and funerals.
She wears a blue dress with flowers
that she made with her own hands.
They had always slept together,
my mother never remarried,
she was too busy making
frayed ends meet, and besides,
she was still in love...
lucy meskill
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