Black Granite Stones

In the sleepy, cooling dusk, the heat radiates
from the black granite stones
holding closely the names of the dead.

A small piece of peace, a place to simply be.
To breathe and exist
without expectation or oppressive presence.
A place to find and be with just me,
where I find solace.

WW2 Memorial in Annapolis, Maryland. My grandmother's uncle Cyril Perera was killed in the Pacific Theater.

WW2 Memorial in Annapolis, Maryland. My grandmother’s uncle Cyril Perera was killed in the Pacific Theater. Severn River and Annapolis, Maryland in the reflected background.

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