"By Dawn's Early Light"

They arrive.

Neatly brass buttoned

and spit shined,
they stand illuminated

beneath
the bare bulbed
front porch light.

Shoulder to shoulder,
in noble contemplation

and with solemn dignity
they knock.

Now comes the whispered delivery

of their utterance

most sorrowful.

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Story by Pamela Tyree Griffin

Photo by H. Assaf

(For many, no matter what else may follow this moment - it is this moment and the memory of the words alone - that will remain...)