Tuesday, September 13, 2022
Dusk beside the A40
The crowds arrived too early
A melancholy hour in steady rain
One false alarm of flashing lights
Twin helicopters finally grow closer
All eastbound traffic subtly ceases
Westbound drivers pull up and raise their phones
Emboldened, the crowd steps into the slow lane
A convoy of blue lights appears at the top of the rise
Excitement overshadows deference and respect
“She’s coming!”, cries the double-flagwaver
And for a brief second she is right in front of us
A hearse dappled with raindrops, its royal cargo brightly lit
A box, a flag, a wreath, a life of duty
Witnessed clear as day
Passed all too soon
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