Sitting



Sitting

in memory of John Urbain

In this corner
I think of
cobalt blue hyacinths
lavender chrysanthemums
and white cabbage roses.

Fresh cut clips 
from flower beds
you planted in faith 
every year rain will fall
and seep through
soil and compost.

I think of fish 
heads and bones
hung above screen doors
below rods and reels.
You cast lines
into the sea.

Author:
Cheryl Ponosian
On OMPJ






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