Sunday, March 10, 2019

March 10, 2019


GLISTEN

Cobblestones on a rainy night,
glistening,  thanks to the street lights ….
Eyes in a church on a Saturday morning …
glistening ….  as I listened to the eulogy
for my dad - realizing he was much more
than I realized. He was bread, broken for me -
soft, struggling, baked - but never a cobblestone,
but now I know he’ll be a glistening tombstone
in a rainy cemetery - next to my mom - with sleek
green grass climbing up the edges of the stone.


© Andy Costello, Reflections 2019

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