the graveyard is without walls

“the graveyard is without walls” the cemetery of the corner cityblock, sat in a sunken land that sloped down from the sidewalk, it did not have walls. blanketed by tall trees, the canopies covered the citylights, a single streetlamp i thought, was the full moon instead. the canopy branched out to the streets, fallen leaves fluttered and skittered back in the sunken block.