Death of a War Veteran–My Father
The certificate says June 5th just a few days away.
I stare blankly at it thinking the 2nd or the 4th–three years have gone by.
I swallow and take a deep drink of air, unconsciously.
This year I will brush off the dust from the cemetery.
This year I will plant new flowers to dance
in a grave far from where I call home, and
they will sing there carried on the wind and timeless time.