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by Claire Scott

We bring pots of yellow chrysanthemums
with orange ribbons around their waists
a stuffed bear holding an I Luv You heart
a slice of gingerbread the rats will eat tonight
we settle in on the lush green hills with our thermoses of tea
leaning against shiny marble stones newly engraved
with our mother’s/father’s/aunt’s/cousin’s names
telling stories of Olivia’s home run, of Austin’s first A
of the new jacket we got on sale that perfectly
matches the taupe pants we bought last week
although we are worried… Continue reading →