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Annie the Bard, Ann Bardens-McClellan

Janey Gets Locked in the Bohemian
Cemetery for the Night

for Bill Kloefkorn


You know the place,
way at the top of one of Omaha's sudden
hills. You know,
right off of Center Street, where
the sign at the gate says NO ARTIFICIAL FLOWERS
ON THE GRAVES BETWEEN APRIL 1 AND NOVEMBER 1 and
every other grave has artificial flowers and
it's only October 7. You know
how they lock the gate at midnight, so the spooks
won't escape, I suppose. Well, anyway, there she was
wandering around the graves like some lost
ghost, looking for her home—or maybe
just one too many
Bohemian beers at Lorna's Fan Tan Club
below.

She's spooky, all right,
always strolling
through graveyards, pencil and paper in her hand. What
is she really looking for, I wonder. Well, makes no
difference--that particular October
night she stayed too
long and someone locked
the gate before she finished
looking,
and so she walked all night
among the Sedlaceks and Lavickas, feeling
at home
enough by dawn to lie down and sleep beside
McCormic Mildred and McCormic James TOGETHER FOREVER
while the sun rose purple over
Woodman Tower rising
above real trees.

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