Mom and I see the headstone. Salmon, just as we chose. Smooth on top and along the sides, it emerges from a rough base of the same hue. Scattered grass grows on the flattened earth six feet in front of it.
We remove the in-ground matching vases. Struggle to insert the simple bouquets we bought at A&P. Water them.
A Burgundy flower bows and touches the foot of the monument at the space where my brother’s name will go someday.
how still in the sun
for dVerse Poets Tuesday Poetics – Touch me (pubtended by Sarah)