Peaceful Rest

by Melanie Browne

The dusty
sign
which
peeks through
the hearse's
white-curtained
windows
catches my
eye as
I fly down
75

We both,

make the
same exit,

We pull
into the
parking lot
of Centennial
Liquor

simultaneously

Later, as
I load the
Van with

purchases,

I see the
driver
Pulling those

same white

curtains
closed,

my eyes
dodging

the dark
side of the clouds