Friday, January 29, 2021

Funeral Wreath


I thought I heard my mom talking outside this morning

but it was two birds at the front door.

Perched on porch banister.

Eyeing my father’s funeral wreath. 

Maybe they wanted to nest in the fake flowers 

or pay homage.


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