June Memoriam
by Andrea Potos

The green warm
season has come
round, the months
of leavings, aged
and newer: my mother,
my father,
my baby uncle gone long
before I was here,
all returned
now in the deep
emerald dreaming, shadows
and flickering light–time
has woven a nest for loss.




Previously published in Marrow of Summer, (Kelsay Books)



 

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