May 4, 2020 | parishoffice | Make A Comment | Literary Arts
autumn leaves the smallest tree still green Día de Muertos marigolds haunting my nose brushing dirt from my mother’s cheek funeral home faint reflection on her face a mother’s story everything the same but nothing remains childhood village tree and field and sky the same autumn haze sounding the hours between us dusk and dawn
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May 4, 2020 | parishoffice | Make A Comment | Literary Arts
dark mountains waiting for rain tapping through rain the solo traveler shadows in the ripples my dad’s thick hands morning snow today’s news reflected on the hot toaster waiting out death throes to bury the dove somber sneezes leaving the funeral pollinated all night the wind the mountain keeping us grounded open heart holding my
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