Cupped by the road’s downhill curve, the stand of overgrown trees crowds two crosses, their shameless whiteness rising suddenly in the descending darkness.
Both crosses keep the same red-on-white color scheme, though rust spots escape the paint on the flower-ornamented shorter one.
Where does this end? Will the bearer of flowers have to place an even taller marker?
Santa Rosa, New Mexico
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