TheBanyanTree: Funeral Procession

[Maria Gibson]

I saw the procession from way back; so many headlights approaching with
not a cloud in the sky is noteworthy.  Obviously a well-loved individual
or perhaps a well-willed one as the line stretched out for a long time.
Remember when most of life's lanes were one this way and one that way?
Maybe I remember that because I lived in a small town when coming up and
traffic was light even with that small roadscape way back in that day.
Now, with four, six and even eight lanes divided a procession gets
passed up, kind of like a lame person too feeble to keep up.  There they
are, lined up in morose fashion, grieving headlamps on, slowly following
one another out of love and respect as big, shiny SUVs pass by with a
rocketing tailwind.  Fun-loving convertibles, indeed life-loving
convertibles, zoom by with hair flipping this way and that, heedless to
the dead guy in his big, shiny last ride home.

Sad.

He should be in a convertible with the top down and the music blaring,
his driver doing only about nine over the limit so as not to risk a
ticket and no one following because they are all just going to meet
there.

Get me there like that, would ya?

Maria