#2,547 A Visit

A route I have taken a few
times before now detours
& sets me a thousand yard
trail
[it seems] alongside a
new road-way –
they build
them quick here –
I scurry
over pedestrian crossings
[you’ve seen their driving
here? Best veer] –
A recall –
a padlocked gate
[I have a
key] –
a wrestle & tug & my
way is clear –
This is where
my brother lies –
alongside
one hundred+ kibbutzniks –
also dead –
A stone is mine
to place on his white grave
under that bent evergreen