The 21st century passes nearby here so,
no peace for its occupants.
Doves call out to each other
over the drone of a council mower.
The bin,
full with dead flowers awaiting their final resting place.
Shadows stretch from tilting headstones.
A sparrow jumps from stone to stone,
unaware of their significance.
A squirrel makes a dash for it,
as,
briefly,
the noise abates.
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