Three crosses
like three Valentines
on the hill
flourishing on a green stage
reminding
fifty miles farther
into the Virginias,
three crosses
like three birds on a branch gazing down,
singing
thirty miles towards Ohio,three crosses
like three grace notes
in the symphony of sheltering trees
calling
a small wooden cross
plastic flowers, a name and a date
steps from the highway
buckle up
a palm frond cross
hangs from the mirror
my hand floats to my throat, a silver cross
remember
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