Before I Got Lost in Lakewood Cemetery

Inside the most exquisite
mausoleum ever built
this side

of the Mississippi,
a door to the sunken
garden slams shut
without help

from human or wind.
As I admire the rose
onyx floor with my fingertips
and follow the wedge

of light to its source
(perfectly angled skylight)
above, I wonder if
ghosts monitor

both descents and ascents.

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