The Shovel

The last bit of dirt put into place
was patted down.
We said our final words,
and walked away.

The shovel went back into the shed
got locked up
and everyone skulked off to separate lives
whatever they may have been.

It was a gray day
but behind the clouds
there was a sun
somewhere
and some of us
had some sort of work to do.

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