My father keeps samara seedssafe insidesmall matchboxes.
He holds his handout to me,a seed in his bark-like palm.
Sometimes the red symbolon a white backgroundis a swastika on a Sheboygan garage in 2017
To the age of hands and animals laying open the fields,is as far back as I know my family. From a languagethat is my heritage, from a language I cannot readis the marriage record in our family Heilige Schrift.
quantum bits:the either/and/or
particles of beinginstantly transmitted
across space—attraction’s valences
revealed onlywhen observed
When we turn the earthin our yard for garden,the last tenant’s burials
emerge as bones.Let us say some wordsfor every creature that breathed
The red edge of morning, like a razor,slits the dark. No more excuses. TodayI will be sharpened. I will be moremyself as I would be. No espaliered
She starved herselfthinking about grace.How difficult it was
to be nothingbut flesh: prickly, contrarious,pretending to get by
Your dead father dogs youlike the white mutt that roams
along the fishing holes and walksthe edge of gravel roads, sometimes
at a trot, most times slow,but with purpose, muscle and sinew
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