“When she rests in the apple tree —
that’s when we’ll harvest the moon.”
And they took great care with the ladder,
not to
make a sound.
“Son? Do you see her face? Why are you looking down?”
And that is what he remembers,
this day in the burial ground.
(for a friend whose father has passed on)
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