Cemetery Gates

Riding through the cemetery
The moon is nearly full
The trees are ultraviolet
Flames against the skyline
The boys ride ahead
Curious
Wanting to read every tombstone
"Mom how did she die?"
"How old was she?"
Greyson kneels to fix a vase
We stop at the Veteran's Memorial
"What are these flags for?"
"Did all these people die?"
They are full of concern
For these unknown souls
Wanting answers
We look up to a family of deer
Watching us from the woods
Leaving with a sense of peace
Days later on the way to dinner
The same buck that stared into our eyes
Lies dead on the side of the road
Hit by a vehicle
Riley ask
"Will they bury him in the cemetery?"