Old Western Cemetery

I want to tell you about a space
of birdsong oasis.
I carry it throughout the day after I leave
as I trudge past roaring cars, rushing.

I want to tell you about where the trees hug close
overarching, encircling.
Where life natural teems for all
in this tattered, cluttered city.

I want to tell you about a secret surprise
nestled next to the clogged roads.
Oh old Western Cemetery, I carry you deep and close
because you light my walks, you light my days.