Pollen

By Jay Bernard

I order flowers for my mother’s dead mother.
I remember my father’s father died too
but I do not send him any flowers.

Of what provenance
my mother’s crowd of keepers,
my father’s single room?

I light neither father candles
and grow more like them.
I disappear when too remembered.

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