Prospect Hill
My arm on his leg.
Just under your feet.
You are here for
the view; we have
none. Only earth.
Only quiet. We were
left. Not put in
those boxes.
Not moved anymore.
I don’t know his name.
There’s no way to ask.
Still, there is something.
Listen. How it sings
in your bones.
Marilyn Rauch Cavicchia 
Cemeteries have some of the best views. And bone-singing!
Yep … It wasn’t until I went there that I really felt like I’d seen the Rockies while in Denver,