A Country Funeral

Excerpt

I drove to the cemetery through mountains newly filled with green. The smell of honeysuckle permeated the air. A squirrel darted in front of my car, just missing the left front wheel. The mountains swallowed me up and then spit me out into the valley. When I arrived it was almost noon, but the morning dampness had not been burned off by the bright sun, held there by a canopy of poplars, oaks, and maples. Intermittently came the knock of a woodpecker.

"Scuse me, Mister, could you tell me who they's buryin' today. We was sitting on the porch and