A Hearse Parked Under a Leafy Tree



A Hearse Parked Under A Leafy Tree


I never wonder who is in a limo,

but I do reflect on who is the star passenger

in that other long, black conveyance.


Like that one over there,

parked under a leafy tree.


Having carried:


Cowboys who kicked up the dust with their spurred boots.

Teachers with hearts full of dreams for their students.

Physical therapists, who brought new fluency to damaged muscle.


Having carried those who died from:


The violence of a fire,

The crack of a gun,

The stilled pendulum of life’s ticking.


Ready to transport:


Those who stood strong until their elderly end.

Those who stumbled and fell in early years.

Those who knew ahead of time where they would be buried.

Those who couldn’t settle on where to settle.

And those who thought they would live forever.


A hearse, now still and quiet,

waiting for the next procession.



Linda Imbler


 Linda Imbler’s poetry collections include five published paperbacks: “Big Questions, Little Sleep,” “Big Questions, Little Sleep” 

second edition (expanded with 66 additional poems), Lost and Found,” “Red Is The Sunrise,”  and “Bus Lights, Travel Sights.”  

Soma Publishing has published her three e-book collections, “The Sea’s Secret Song,”  “Pairings,” a hybrid of short fiction and 

poetry, and “That Fifth Element.” Examples of Linda’s poetry and a listing of publications can be found at lindaspoetryblog.blogspot.com.  

In addition to writing, she helps her husband, a Luthier, build acoustic guitars in Wichita, Kansas, U.S.A.


  1. there is an old world beauty to this poem that reminds me of a time when people walked the streets with handsome attire and ladies wore dresses and big hats.

    1. Thank you, Yevi, for your kind response. Best Wishes

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