The police escort slowly led the way
The motorbike rider up front occasionally blowing the horn
The long parade of cars followed from Mission funeral home
Frustrated. A couple of stragglers, delayed by a red light
Stopped and faced the onlooker at the crosswalk
Eyes red after the earlier mourning
Newfangled mask pulled under the chin
In that minute, a wordless exchange
A head nod, then a gesture to the heart
A smile, and a head nod in return
Solidarity
The light changed, they revved to catch up
Onward to the last rites at the cemetery
See previously: The Laws of Grief
This note is part of a series: In a covidious time.
File under: culture, observation, Austin, life, mourning, grief, Small Things, poetry, covidious, toli
Writing log. April 24, 2022
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