tall spiral trees

a girl with yellow hair and blank smile

standing by a woman in a raincoat in a rocking chair

by the road facing traffic

glasses fogged dripping

same smile as the girl

the same face

an ambulance slowly gliding by

two hearses meeting at the crossing

in the graveyard

a mound of dirt exhales

a silver banner reading SHIELDS

as we continue to the airport

the queasy feeling is gone now

remembering the wet tires suction and  

dad's wife filling his car with parting words