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Your phone became a useless handle which forgot how to ring; cows across the road were more familiar than fading memories of family; spring bloomed outside the walls flowers swayed in meadows fish swam leaped against your speckled wallpaper apple pies from your mother's garden grew like grampaw's nose hairs which you were there to trim when he was dying after the Great Depression when the autumn leaves fell someone lit a pumpkin and changed your diapers maybe when the escape helicopter arrives you'll catch up with your wife who after 50 years together had run away with Death the films running nonstop like the wheelchair: you were cornered, Dad, among the living dead. 4 weeks ago at 6:00 am January 4 of the year 2000 my bedroom window was blown wide open by a good fresh wind from our towering pine tree. I got out of bed and knew you were dead. I have made a tall, ample coiled clay urn for your ashes. I will glaze it with an earth tone and put you into it just as the buds. on the trees are breaking into song. |