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For 25 years I remembered mostly what you were not immersed in attempting to raise my own numerous families. Only now surfacing at your death I am suddenly on an Easter Egg hunt In your backyard! glancing behind the hawthorn you planted the blue hydrangea's yellow forsythia eggs, by damn everywhere ,by damn I did have a childhood: bikes, swings, a sandbox a mom & dad Just as you've ceased living in my present my past fills up with presents! Did I hide it all from myself? Did you give them with the right hand & take them back with your left? Like the hooded Peregrine your falcon eyes could talon my spontaneity, trim it like an unruly twig in some pagan hedge, noticed only by your Prussian blue glance. No matter now. Now I turn my own twist-lirnhed plants this way & that just so guests will glance each bright green growth; season the chili ,as you did, at the last minute so those pungent herbs don't cook away. You were wired at your own roots by the old Germanic Order whose wiring went back under the Black Forest, long before the swastika, to when stories tell of men who |