i.
dandelion clocks floating
through the stifling summer air
in the crematorium car park
ii.
smirking through my tears--
the vicar said she learned
to dive, not drive!
iii
he's out fast in his shorts
and sandals, carrying
his cassock underarm!
iv
what i'd give
to hear a sutra, or see
a lama's smiling face today.
v.
in black chatting quietly
while our hostess washes up--
jim beam in the coffee.
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