The Crematorium Gardens ...

Richard sits in the Crematorium Gardens - 

Bright sunlight falls upon the trees - 

I see my own black cars, the calm masks of the pall bearers - 

I hear the voices of those who read the words - 

Bells sometimes toll - 

The world goes by in the street - 

The black cars pass like unknown animals - 

July 2018

Portsmouth

East Stoke