Tanka 26

26.
The highway’s neighbors
unconcerned by the noise,
settled as they are
in a graveyard. And their guests
value the easy access.

Laurel Hill Cemetery, Philadelphia, PA, July, 2008.

Laurel Hill Cemetery, Philadelphia, PA, July, 2008.

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8 thoughts on “Tanka 26

  1. The poem and photo made me chuckle.
    I haven’t been to Laurel Hill in ages. My daughter in Boston loves going to Mount Auburn Cemetery–that was the first rural garden cemetery, and Laurel Hill was the second.

  2. Thank you. I visit Laurel Hill every so often, as I don’t live too far away. And it’s always a treat. (In fact one year we did a Halloween 5K through it that was a scream – people dressed in costumes running through a graveyard…) I totally understand the idea of a “day in the country” at the cemetery if it is like this one. I always have a nice feeling there, almost like a welcoming crowd (a very quiet one, of course…)

  3. Having been to Laurel Hill, I appreciate this poem on another level. I think one of the things I’ve always valued about cemeteries is the way they provide an oasis of calm in population centres.

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