day of the dead

all vapor and vinegar, we,
insistent and cold, tug like a child
at your sweater –

you feel us when your skin crawls
and bubbles over
and when you look down,
as the Shenandoah burns,
you get a small taste of our view.

today, the cemeteries dress formal,
give a hand
as to one stepping
out from a carriage,
and wait.

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